The song, "Precious Lord"
  This was sent to me in an email and I felt compelled to pass it along.  
Subject: Who wrote 'Precious Lord'
 
Who Wrote Precious Lord?

"Tommy Andrew Dorsey"-the religious musician-not to be confused with
"Tommy Dorsey"-the jazz musician

Something I did not know!
THE BIRTH OF THE SONG 'PRECIOUS LORD'

Back in 1932, I was 32 years old and a fairly new husband.  My wife,
Nettie and I were living in a little apartment on Chicago 's south side. 
One hot August afternoon I had to go to St. Louis , where I was to be
the featured soloist at a large revival meeting.  I didn't want to go.

Nettie was in the last month of pregnancy with our first child.  But a
lot of people were expecting me in St. Louis .  I kissed Nettie
good-bye, clattered downstairs to our Model A and, in a fresh
Lake Michigan breeze, chugged out of Chicago on Route 66.
 
However, outside the city, I  discovered that in my anxiety at leaving,
I had forgotten my music case.  I wheeled around and headed back.  I found Nettie sleeping peace-fully.  I hesitated by her bed; something
was strongly telling me to stay.  But  eager to get on my way, and not
wanting to disturb Nettie, I shrugged off the feeling and quietly slipped
out of the room with my  music.

The next night, in the steaming St. Louis heat, the crowd called on me
to sing again and again.  When I finally sat down, a messenger boy ran
up with a Western Union telegram.  I ripped open the envelope.  Pasted 
on the yellow sheet were the words:  YOUR WIFE JUST DIED.

People were happily singing and clapping around me, but I could
hardly keep from crying out.  I rushed to a phone and called home. 
All I could hear on the other end was 'Nettie is dead. Nettie is dead.'

When I got back, I learned that Nettie had given birth to a boy.  I swung between grief and joy.  Yet that same night, the baby died.  I buried
Nettie and our little boy together, in the same casket.  Then I fell apart.

For days I closeted myself.  I felt that God had done me an injustice. 
I didn't want to serve Him anymore or write gospel songs.  I just wanted
to go back to that jazz world I once knew so well.  But then, as I hunched
alone in that dark apartment those first sad days, I thought back to the afternoon I went to St. Louis   Something kept telling me to stay with
Nettie.  Was that something God?  Oh, if I had paid more attention to
 Him that day, I would have stayed and been with Nettie when she died.

>From that moment on I vowed to listen more closely to Him.  But still 
I was lost in grief.  Everyone was kind to me, especially a friend,
Professor  Fry, who seemed to know what I  needed.  On the following Saturday evening he took me up to Malone's  Poro College , a
neighborhood music school.  It was quiet; the late evening sun crept
through the curtained windows.  I sat down at the piano, and my hands
began to browse over the keys.  Something happened to me then. 
 I felt at peace.  I felt as though I could reach out and touch God.  I
found  myself playing a melody, once into my head they just
seemed to fall into place:

'Precious Lord, take my hand, lead me on, let me stand!  I am tired,
I am weak, I am worn, through the storm, through the night lead me
on to the light, take my hand, precious Lord, lead me hom e.'
 
The Lord gave me these words and melody, He also healed my
spirit.  I learned that when we are in our deepest grief, when we
feel farthest from God, this is when He is closest, and when we
are most open to His restoring power.

And so I go on living for God willingly and joyfully, until that day 
comes when He will take me and gently lead me home.

          -Tommy Dorsey-

Did you know that Tommy Dorsey wrote this song?  I surely didn't.
What a wonderful story of how God CAN heal the brokenhearted!

Beautiful, isn't  it?

Worth the reading wasn't it?  Think on the message for a while.
Thought you might like to share this, I just did.
 
Every one is born into the world to do something unique and something
distinctive and if he or she does not do it, it will never be done



Comments:
 
PatBertram   PatBertram wrote
on 9/15/2008 7:43:11 PM
I'm glad I stopped by to meet you and return a comment you left on my drabble. Good story. I like finding out why people write the things they do.

aussiedee   aussiedee wrote
on 8/21/2008 9:43:19 PM
This brought tears to my eyes.... Thank you for sharing it with us.... If you had not shared this with us, so many would not have known that such a famous man had to endure so much heartache due the loss of his wife and baby son. It makes me realise how so often we just don't know what goes on in others lives, to make them see life they way they do. I will look more carefully now at people I meet .... and will try not to be as judgemental of who they are, because I won't know how they got to be in that situation.... Another of lifes lessons...thank you teacher.

Warriorprincess55   Warriorprincess55 wrote
on 8/11/2008 5:56:46 AM
You are so right StarPoet. I had never heard this story either. I especially agree with the last two lines!

StarPoet   StarPoet wrote
on 8/10/2008 4:59:02 PM
Wonderful story! Thanks for sharing it for I did not know about this. It shows that we all need the strength beyond what is normal that he gives.

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