Thanks, choir, for your fine singing of "Precious Lord." You did a great job and maybe we can sing it a few more times in France.
These are the words I wanted to say for all to hear:
“There is another link that connects UAB and Decatur and it is the history that Carl and I shared together at the
Precious Lord, take my hand
Lead me on, let 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 Lord, lead me home
When my way grows drear
precious Lord linger near
When my life is almost gone
At the river, Lord, I stand
Guide my feet and hold my hand:
Take my hand, Lord, and lead me home.