Thomas A. DORSEY

What would a Revival be without our cousin, “Georgia Tom” DORSEY? It makes sense as I began to meditate on REBIRTH: It’s Time For Revival, the Ancestors would send the soothing words of Precious Lord, Take My Hand, to my lips.

The JACKSON clan has long-held Precious Lord, composed by Thomas A. DORSEY close to the heart. It, along with I’ll Fly Away and Jesus Loves Me are the songs of my childhood that will always ring most clear!

As I began to sing, Spirit summoned memories of my Great Grandmother Annie CARTER JACKSON, pins clinched between her teeth, hanging fresh clothes on the line; softly comforting herself with familiar words. She was always so quiet working the line, makes me wonder now who and/or what life event was Grandma cloaking in prayer?

And my Uncle Jake, Rev. Ronald M. JACKSON, Sr. sitting high in the pulpit of St. Paul A.M.E Church was there too! I see him now, regal in his flowing purple and black robe, big glasses over eyes closed with his head tilted back; swaying easy as the choir behind carried him and us away.

Thomas DORSEY ~ Take My Hand, Precious LordCousin Tom DORSEY penned Precious Lord in a time of great despair, following the loss of his wife Nettie Harper during childbirth, and their newborn son the following day. The year was 1932.

From tragedy, Thomas A. DORSEY experienced an awakening, a REBIRTH that forever planted his feet in Gospel Music and Precious Lord in the hearts of those seeking Divine Intervention to carry them through life’s trials.

As we prepare for our first Thanksgiving without the physical presence of my Mother, Geraldine BARWICK, I too find myself reaching for its warmth, and with so many remarkable souls now On High, I’m blessed to have a well running deep with fresh, sweet water memories to bathe in.

Amazed by how Spirit can take a few simple words, and spark life anew in us; a REBIRTH.

Thankful for Divine grace, allowing my hands and heart to find a salve in the memories of when life for me was its sweetest — my childhood surrounded by love, family and The Church.

No matter where my spiritual journey leads me, I will never wander far from the beaten trail of my roots…

In the words of Cousin Tom, say amen somebody!:)

Precious Lord, take my hand
Lead me on, let me stand
I’m tired, I’m weak, I’m lone
Through the storm, through the night
Lead me on to the light
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home

When my way grows drear precious Lord linger near
When my light is almost gone
Hear my cry, hear my call
Hold my hand lest I fall
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home

When the darkness appears and the night draws near
And the day is past and gone
At the river I stand
Guide my feet, hold my hand
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home

Precious Lord, take my hand
Lead me on, let me stand
I’m tired, I’m weak, I’m lone
Through the storm, through the night
Lead me on to the light
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home

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