I wrote this song when I was 14...I was thinking about my grandfather..a man who would never sing publicly..wondering about his private moments with God.
Lyrics
While walking one day along an old forgotten road
I came across a country church abandoned long ago
Inside I heard an old man’s voice ringing soft and low
Singing precious memories and He’s the sweetest name I know
He turned around and looked at me his eyes were full of tears
He said I’ve been on this forsaken earth for many troubled years
But soon I’ll be walking hand in hand with Jesus and as I go
I’ll be singing precious memories and He’s the sweetest name I know
Precious memories, unseen angels
Sent from somewhere to my soul
How they linger, ever near me
And the sacred past unfold
[CHORUS]
Precious memories, how they linger
How they ever flood my soul
In the stillness, of the midnight
Precious sacred scenes unfold
