Posted by Roberta Grimes • November 22, 2025
Swing low, sweet chariot, Comin’ for to carry me home. Swing low, sweet chariot, Comin’ for to carry me home. I looked over Jordan, and what did I see, Comin’ for to carry me home? A band of angels comin’ after me, Comin’ for to carry me home. Swing low, sweet chariot, Comin’ for to... Read More
Posted by Roberta Grimes • November 15, 2025
For the beauty of the earth, For the splendor of the skies, For the love which from our birth Over and around us lies. Lord of all, to Thee we raise This our hymn of grateful praise. For the wonder of each hour, Of the day and of the night, Hill and vale, and tree... Read More
Posted by Roberta Grimes • November 08, 2025
Morning has broken like the first morning. Blackbird has spoken like the first bird. Praise for the singing, praise for the morning, Praise for them springing fresh from the world. Sweet the rains new fall, sunlit from Heaven, Like the first dewfall on the first grass. Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden, Sprung... Read More
Posted by Roberta Grimes • November 01, 2025
… O beautiful for spacious skies,For amber waves of grain,For purple mountain majestiesAbove the fruited plain! … America! America! God shed His grace on thee,And crown thy good with brotherhoodFrom sea to shining sea! O beautiful for pilgrim feet, Whose stern, impassioned stress A thoroughfare for freedom beat Across the wilderness! America! America! God mend... Read More