A song for Marthin Luther King

Songwriters: Dorsey, Thomas A

Precious Lord, take my hand

Lead me on, let me stand

I'm tired, I’m weak, I’m lone

Through the storm, through the night

Lead me on to the light

Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home

When my way grows drear precious Lord linger near

When my life is almost gone

Hear my cry, hear my call

Hold my hand lest I fall

Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home

When the darkness appears and the night draws near

And the day is past and gone

At the river I stand

Guide my feet, hold my hand

Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home

Precious Lord, take my hand

Lead me on, let me stand

I'm tired, I’m weak, Lord I’m worn

Through the storm, through the night

Lead me on to the light

Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home

A moment before Marthin Luther King Jr died, he wanted a musician name Ben Branch to sing this song in a meeting. "Play it beautifully, Ben", he said. Why did he choose this song? Maybe, he felt so tired during his struggle. A struggle for a dream where the black people in USA will be treated equally among others. Maybe, this song was his hope during his struggle. Well, Good Lord heard his praying. He took his hand, he went home, went to Father's' Arm through an assasination.