Emphasis Preaching Journal
When Nothing Else Can Help
Commentary
When I was a little boy, my dad would sometimes sing me to sleep at night, and he would usually sing hymns. I wonder, in retrospect, how many hymns I learned before I ever saw them printed on a page, for they were first imprinted on my young heart by the hearing of them. And one of the favorites was James Rowe’s “Love Lifted Me.”

