Recently, while reading a short biography of Isaac Watts, minister, theologian, and hymnwriter (1674-1748}, the lyrics for a short 4-line poem came to mind and I had to stop reading to write them down.
Many of you, my Pilgrim Scribblings readers, know that I cherish the old hymns and the lyrics of many of them were memorized as a child. Watt's hymn, At the Cross, is one of my favourites.
My love of hymns goes back to my childhood and I'm so grateful for my Christian upbringing and my mother who insisted that I learn to play the piano.
Anyhow, here are those lyrics that came to mind the other day:
So glad a lad in childhood days, Was taught to sing Jehovah's praise; The lyrics lodged within my brain, Burst forth in praise, time and again.
Thank you, mom, for your godly influence on my life...way back when.
