Feel strong in your walk, for this time you should take
The lesson at hand, from decisions you make
And lift them up high, through all this you’ll learn
When struggles are here, where else can you turn
‘T’is no place for gloomy Christians to abide, For my soul is filled with music and my heart with great delight, And I’m living on the hallelujah side.
One of you shall betray me,
Was our Savior’s cry.
We can all ask the question.
Dear Lord, Is it I?
Allow me the chance everyday to restart.
As he was speaking, it dawned on him again what a remarkable lady his grandmother had been. She had been denied the opportunity to obtain formal schooling beyond the sixth grade due to the fact that she was Colored. She might not have possessed a lot of “book sense”, but she had been blessed with an over abundance of common sense. She had been well endowed with rare wisdom, indisputable knowledge, and possessed an unwavering faith. You could say she was “Solomon’s Child.”