“Precious Lord, take my hand. Lead me on, help 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 home.” These words to a very old song are running through my head this morning. I don’t know if it’s because our choir did this song just a couple of days ago, or if it’s because I have a funeral to play this morning. Maybe it’s both.
I sometimes associate this song with funerals, but not always. See, I long for the day when my Precious Lord Jesus takes me home to live with Him forever. Not that I’m working to hasten the process… not at all! As long as I am useful and able to serve God here on this planet in my own little world, I’m thankful and grateful to be here. But when He sees fit that it is time for me to go home, I’m ready. Jesus Christ is my Lord and my Savior. I know my destination is with Him, both now, as He walks with me in spirit, and when I die and my spirit joins Him in the new Jerusalem… Heaven.
I believe that we are immediately in the presence of Christ upon our death, just as Jesus told the thief on the cross, “THIS DAY you will be WITH ME in Paradise.” I’m so glad there isn’t a waiting room in heaven… there’s not a line to get in the gate. When we pass from this world to the next, when we are transformed from this earthly body to our heavenly one, we are instantly with Jesus. And I believe that includes a hug from my Lord and Savior as He says, “Well Done!”
Precious Lord, Take My Hand was written by none other than Tommy Dorsey. Click here to listen to Elvis Presley’s version.