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God Gave Her Hymn #537
Performed by Bale Harrison and the Texas Field Hands
God Gave Her Hymn #537 — DOWNLOAD
(Verse 1)
Well, I was sittin’ in that church, just like every Sunday,
When my 99-year-old mama started to sing.
She hadn’t sung a hymn since she turned eighty,
But she opened her mouth, and Lord, she sang beautifully.
They said she had dementia, her mind was gone,
But she belted “Beautiful Savior” like she knew it all along.
Every word, every line, no hymnal in sight,
It was like God lit her soul with His holy light.
(Chorus)
God gave her 537, clear as the day,
It wasn’t just muscle memory—no, it was His way.
She hadn’t sung a note in nearly 20 years,
But that day, she made the angels all shed tears.
Whether the recessional was for her or maybe it was for me,
God gave her 537, and set her spirit free.
(Verse 2)
The pastor said, “She probably memorized it as a child,”
I know better; but it was her confirmation hymn.
She hadn’t followed a hymn in quite a spell,
Yet there she was, singin’ sweet as a bell.
She sang “Beautiful Savior, King of creation,”
With a voice so pure; clearly related to salvation.
She was old, she was frail, but that didn’t stop God’s plan,
She sang “Beautiful Savior,” then she took His hand.
(Chorus)
God gave her 537, clear as the day,
It wasn’t just muscle memory—no, it was His way.
She hadn’t sung a note in nearly 20 years,
But that day, she made the angels all shed tears.
Whether it was for her or maybe it was for me,
God gave her 537, and set her spirit free.
(Bridge)
She finished the last line, and then she smiled,
And I knew, right then, she was God’s child.
The moment the song ended, she closed her eyes,
Went straight to heaven—no long goodbyes.
(Verse 3)
It’s true; God gave her the hymn at her confirmation,
and I know there’s a God now, and the hymn part of the celebration.
She hadn’t sung an entire song in years, without losing her place,
God gave her a voice, I’m sure just part of the Grace.
She sang “Beautiful Savior, Lord of the nations,”
Like Jesus Himself had entered the room.
And when she was done, she didn’t linger long,
She left with a smile, on the wings of that song.
(Chorus)
God gave her 537, clear as the day,
It wasn’t just muscle memory—no, it was His way.
She hadn’t sung a hymn in nearly 20 years,
But that day, she made the angels all shed tears.
Whether it was for her or maybe it was for me,
God gave her 537, and set her spirit free.
(Outro)
Now every time I hear that hymn, I close my eyes and see,
Mama in that pew, singin’ free.
She hadn’t sung since she turned eighty, you see,
But God gave her 537, or He gave that song to me?
God, that was some recessional! Appreciate ya!
God Gave Her Hymn #537 — Music and Lyrics by Alan Nafzger
God Gave Her Hymn #537
By Alan Nafzger (2024)
In the stillness of the church, on a quiet Sunday morn,
My 99-year-old mama sang a hymn like she’d been reborn.
She hadn’t sung in years, her voice long since gone,
But that day, something holy helped her carry on.
They said her mind had faded, dementia’s cruel claim,
Yet she sang “Beautiful Savior” as if she knew every name.
No hymnal needed, no page to turn,
Just words from her soul that made the spirit burn.
God gave her Hymn 537, clear as the day,
It wasn’t just memory—it was Heaven’s way.
Her voice rang out after decades of silence,
And that day, she moved angels to reverence.
Whether for her or maybe for me,
God gave her 537, and set her soul free.
The pastor said, “Perhaps it’s something she knew as a child,”
But I knew better—it was more than a memory filed.
Her confirmation hymn, from so long ago,
Came back with grace in a pure, steady flow.
She sang “Beautiful Savior, King of creation,”
With a voice so filled with salvation.
Old and frail, but her spirit stood tall,
In that moment, I knew—it was God’s call.
God gave her Hymn 537, clear as the day,
It wasn’t just memory—it was Heaven’s way.
She hadn’t sung a note in nearly 20 years,
But that day, she brought angels to tears.
Whether for her or maybe for me,
God gave her 537, and set her soul free.
She finished the hymn, her smile so wide,
And in that moment, I knew she was God’s bride.
She closed her eyes, her journey complete,
Taken to Heaven on that sacred beat.
For years she’d stumbled, lost in her mind,
But with 537, she left it all behind.
No hesitation, no losing her way,
God gave her that hymn to carry her away.
God gave her Hymn 537, clear as the day,
It wasn’t just memory—it was Heaven’s way.
Her voice returned, like a sweet final plea,
As if God Himself had set her free.
Whether it was for her or maybe for me,
God gave her 537, and gave her peace eternally.
Now, every time I hear that sacred tune,
I close my eyes and feel her in the room.
She hadn’t sung since she turned eighty, you see,
But God gave her 537, or perhaps He gave it to me?
Last Updated on October 19, 2024 by Alan Nafzger
Originally Published at FarmerCowboy.com
2024-10-19 11:09:11
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