This hymn has haunted me since Saturday afternoon.

[catrose]

2. It's been haunting me for months.

I grew up singing it in the Baptist Church, which might be the reason I mull over decisions and conduct, wondering if this is my time.

I wanted to write to Mike Pence and mention this hymn (probably a shared heritage) when he could have pulled a 25A. Oddly, there was a way to send an email to the 'resident but not the VP.

And then the senators got to hear it from Chaplain Rev. Black--fell on 43 or rather 86 deaf ears. And they actually more than one chance (though that doesn't work as well musically), but EVERY time they chose the evil side.

And that's exactly the version I've had playing these last few months.