ago my father's mother's father
Led the clan of
Nicholson
He and my great -grandmother
had four lovely daughters
And a strong and honest son
And they traveled
Arkansas and
Oklahoma
Building arbors made of pine
And the people of the town
would come at sundown
Some to scoff,
some to see what they would find
And the sisters dressed in white
The family sang and prayed into the night
And they rode in a covered wagon
As they walked in holiness
I may live to preach the power
and forgiveness of the
Lord
Seventy years ago
70 years ago there
wasn't much in preaching
But it never slowed them down
They loved the truth and all the hearts
that he was reaching
An d their eyes were on the crown
So they traveled
Arkansas and
Oklahoma
With a burning in their soul
And it drove them to their
knees until the next town
For the sake of a wealth they
could not hold
Then their sisters dressed in white
And the people sang and
prayed to the night
And they rode in a covered wagon
As they walked in holiness
When they lived and preached the
power and forgiveness of the
Lord
70 years ago
Sometimes I feel like a pale reflection
Living in the blessing
they passed down
Some of them have held me
Some never knew my name
But the secret has been found
And I want to give this to my children
And when I am very old
I hope there still will be a
story worth telling
Seven years ago
And they rode in a covered wagon
As they walked in holiness
And they lived and preached the
power and forgiveness of the
Lord
Seven years ago
Seventy years ago
Seventy years ago my father's mother's father
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