I can’t validate the facts of this story because I wasn’t there. These details were conveyed to me by my Grandma many years ago. My father was a preacher. I was born on a Sunday. An hour after I was born, Dad was at church. Don’t judge. It was a long time ago and fathers weren’t super involved with the birthing process back then. I was born, he made it to the church on time, and the opening hymn was this song.
