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Beloved ones in Christ around the World:


I sincerely welcome you to Precious Memories, and I trust you will be blessed and encouraged by the articles and photographs herein posted. Also, to welcome you, I have chosen to share with you a very beloved hymn from yesteryear. Oh, how I remember singing this in our humble little church, when first received Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior. That was many years ago, but the fire still burns brightly in my heart, and as I grow older, I long more and more to look upon His blessed face; and whilst waiting, my constant watchword and testimony is: Praise the Lord, I am saved by grace!


I never cease to be amazed at the manner in which so many today wish to discard everything which they consider to be passé and redundant. Families today think nothing of throwing all the family photographs and keepsakes (sometimes for several generations) upon the dump, when their parents or grandparents depart from this life. A tragic note is that this hard, uncaring, and callous type behavior has even encroached upon the Church. By our Lord's grace, I intend to hold fast to my godly heritage and to continue walking in the tried and true paths of our Fathers of which we are instructed in God's Word.


Please remember: The Power of God is just the same today! Hallelujah!



PRECIOUS MEMORIES


Precious memories, unseen angels,
From somewhere to my soul;
How they linger ever near me,
And the sacred scenes unfold.


(Chorus)


Precious memories, how they linger,
How they ever flood my soul;
In the stillness of the midnight,
Precious sacred scenes unfold.


Precious father, loving mother,
Fly across the lonely years;
And old home scenes of my childhood,
In fond memory appear.


As I travel on lifes pathway,
Know not what the years may hold;
As I ponder hope grows fonder,
Precious memories flood my soul.


- Selected


       

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