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loneleeb3:
I love that hymn!
I know it is not in the vein of what you were writing about, but I can hear my Nannie and her sister, my Great Aunt Roxie, singing this song at Sugar Grove Baptist Church. The windows are open and a cool moutain breeze is ruffling the yellowed shear curtains that were at one time white. The old straight backed piano is banging out the accompnying music and no one is singing in the same key!
I'm laying in the pew looking up at them drinking my grape juice!
Thank you for bringing that precious memory to me today! :)

Jeff Wrangler:

--- Quote from: Shakestheground on October 04, 2007, 09:45:24 am ---IN THE GARDEN
Words & Music: C. Austin Miles, 1868-1946

I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear falling on my ear
The Son of God discloses.

Refrain

And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.

He speaks, and the sound of His voice,
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing,
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing.

Refrain

I’d stay in the garden with Him
Though the night around me be falling,
But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling.

Refrain

--- End quote ---

That was my mother's favorite hymn.  :'( Mother was raised in a small denomination that became a part of the current United Methodist Church. She always said she wanted it "sung" at her funeral. When she died very unexectedly, our Lutheran pastor dug it out of the Methodist hymnal, but when he asked about singing it, I didn't think my dad and I could stand that without falling apart, so we just had the pastor read the lyrics from the pulpit. Just plain gutless, I guess. ...

Sorry, Mother. ...  :'(

Scott6373:

--- Quote from: Jeff Wrangler on October 04, 2007, 10:12:18 am ---That was my mother's favorite hymn.  :'( Mother was raised in a small denomination that became a part of the current United Methodist Church. She always said she wanted it "sung" at her funeral. When she died very unexectedly, our Lutheran pastor dug it out of the Methodist hymnal, but when he asked about singing it, I didn't think my dad and I could stand that without falling apart, so we just had the pastor read the lyrics from the pulpit. Just plain gutless, I guess. ...

Sorry, Mother. ...  :'(

--- End quote ---

So...imagine what it's like to feel oblilged to sing at every family funeral.  I sang at my father's and my brothers.  Rick's father's and his 24 year old nieces.  People ask me how I do that, and all I say, is that it's like a light switch that I turn on and off.

Shakesthecoffecan:
Well Jeff you had to do what you had to do at the time, I donlt thinks she would have wanted you all falling apart at her funeral, and the words were read. You still ave the song, you can sing it everyday and be connected to her.
And I am sure your father shared in the decision.

Now you wanna talk about gutless, I could not bring myself to look at my father after he died. I refused to go near the coffin when it was open. I had heard my mother say all her life all she could remember of her father was his laying in the coffin (she was 12) and i didn;t want to risk it (I was 22). I have dreams even now that he is still out there some place and I gotta find him. I think it was because I never saw his body.

Shakesthecoffecan:
I know what you mean Scott, when we buried my sister, my mother wanted me to get up and read somethign she wrote from the pulpit. We filed in and I sat there looking at her picture on the alter and was terrified, how the hell was I going to do this? Well, I just did. Time came and I got up there and relaxed and it was the most natural thing in the world.

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