Precious memories, unseen angels
Sent from somewhere to my soul
How they linger, ever near me
And the sacred past unfold.
Precious memories, how they linger
How they ever flood my soul
In the stillness of the midnight
Precious, sacred scenes unfold.
In the stillness of the midnight
Echoes from the past I hear
Old-time singing, gladness bringing
From that lovely land somewhere.
Precious memories, how they linger
How they ever flood my soul
In the stillness of the midnight
Precious, sacred scenes unfold.
I remember mother praying
Father, too, on bended knee
Sun is sinking, shadows falling
But their prayers still follow me.
Precious memories, how they linger
How they ever flood my soul
In the stillness of the midnight
Precious, sacred scenes unfold.
As I travel on life’s pathway
Know not what the years may hold
As I ponder, hope grows fonder
Precious memories flood my soul.
Precious memories, how they linger
How they ever flood my soul
In the stillness of the midnight
Precious, sacred scenes unfold.
Yesterday at church, we sang the hymn “Precious Memories” in honor of mothers. This is my first Mother’s Day without Grandmama, who passed away in July. As I stood singing this hymn, all I could do was cry. I thank God though for those “precious memories” that I have of my Grandmama.
Joe
The Closet Professor 
May 13th, 2013 at 8:19 am
Yes. .we return to the precious memories.
May 13th, 2013 at 11:10 am
This was my Grandma's favorite hymn and still brings me tears simply reading it. I am sorry for your loss and also thank you for sharing it.
May 13th, 2013 at 11:50 am
Sorry to read about your loss.
May 13th, 2013 at 7:28 pm
And those memories are precious. I don't think I could get the words of this hymn out, it's hard to sing around lumps in your throat.Peace <3Jay