Did you ever think of a song as being a gift? I know sometimes we talk about a person having a musical gift, but what about the song itself? Is not the song a gift? And is it not a gift to be able to sing along, even if we aren’t particularly gifted at music?
Today I am thankful for the gift of song.
I have lots of memories of my mom singing little ditties for all sorts of occasions.
- You’ve got to get up, you’ve got to get up…in the morning!
- She’ll be coming round the mountains when she comes…
- Polly Wolly Doodle all day
- Oh, Susanna
To name a few.
We also had some Disney and other records that we would play on the old-fashioned record player, and I remember sitting there soaking it up.
- Little Toot,
- Feed the birds, who will feed the birds?…
- Kiddie with a curl on top,
- Faith is the victory that overcomes the world,
and so on.
Just writing the titles or the first few lines brings back the song, where we were, and even whether the sun was shining or not.
I also remember sitting on the wooden pews at church as a child,with the sun streaming in the windows, singing choruses and hymns at the top of my lungs! And I remember when I was a little older sitting next to Mom, listening to her sing alto. I still love to hear and sing harmony to this day!
Are you thankful for the gift of song? If so, which are your favorites, whether present day or from years gone by?
God bless you! 😊