Precious Lord, take my hand,
Lead me on, let me stand,
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn.
Through the storm, through the night,
Lead me on to the light.
Take my hand, precious Lord,
Lead me home.
I love every version I have ever heard of this song written by an African American blues pianist, but I found something particularly touching about this one, sung by such a light-skinned choir. Through prayer and music, and especially through prayer and music combined, we are able to transcend so much that threatens to divide us.