This morning we started singing "I will sing of my redeemer."
After a few words into the song, tears were streaming down my face. Tears of joy and sadness wrapped in memories that I hold very dear to my heart and very vivid in my mind.
You see, this was a song my Grandfather led many times. Many times we would sing it with him as he led it from the front as Music Director.
As we were sining this morning, I closed my eyes and saw him from the past. Holing the"red book" with one hand and his other arm extended leading the congregation.
I miss those hands. I miss holding those hands. They brought deep comfort to my life. They were hands that had seen much life, but still were so gentle to me.
As the song continued, all I wanted to do was touch those hands once more. To be able to rub the large fingernail.
But for now, I wait!
I love you Papa and miss you very much!
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