Sunday, August 17, 2008

The Power of Roots


That's my Grandmother's house the gathering place for the family. The roots of my spirituality. It all begins here for me. Whenever there is a down time and faith it is to the roots that I go for a recharge. In reminiscing church every Sunday and choir rehearsals and traveling and revivals those old songs of faith stick with you into your later years and you can't help but recall them in times of strife. I will list the words here, but to hear it makes all the difference, with all of the soul of the deep south and the pain encapsulated therein the lyrics take on a whole new life when sung by the old timers that are slowly being claimed by the Creator.


Leaning on the everlasting arms

Oh What a fellowship, Oh what a joy divine
Leaning on the hands of everlasting arms
Oh What a blessedness, Oh what a peace is mine
Leaning on the hands of everlasting arms

Leaning, leaning
Safe and secure from all alarms
Leaning, leaning
Leaning on the hands of everlasting arms

O how sweet to walk in the pilgrim way
Leaning on the hands of everlasting arms
O how bright the path grows from day to day
Leaning on the hands of everlasting arms

What have I to dread, what have I to fear
Leaning on the hands of everlasting arms
I have blessed peace with my Lord so near
Leaning on the hands of everlasting arms

Now then they start humming after singing a couple of refrains, there is no shirk in it so I decided to post it. When we were going up to Georgia my Mom was singing Amazing Grace when Ibrahim got fussy and it brought a tear to my eyes. He was quiet after that and fell on to sleep.

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  1. Even though I am muslim now I still love those old hymns. I am always humming or singing them around the house. And in times of trails and troubles they seem to still soothe my soul and bring me inner peace.

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