When I was a child I remember Sunday Evenings with fondness.  We didn't go to church in the evening until we got older, but we had our own church service in the living room.  We would sing and then Mum would tell us a story from the Bible. This picture reminded me of a favorite song we used to sing.

There were three of us younger children, Carolyn, myself and the youngest, Patsy (now known as Pat). We would each pick our favorite song to sing and Carolyn would always manage to say hers first and it was always, 

"Tell Me The Stories Of Jesus"

We all loved that song and would probably have picked if she had not.  I think we loved it because it talked about Jesus.  

I sent this page to my sister Pat and this is what she said

" I remember clearly our times of sitting around the fireplace together,  with our little snack of  chocolate chips in a cupcake liner, and Mom telling us Bible stories and singing with us.  I never noticed that she didn't have a good voice, because it was her voice.  

That song always made me feel like Jesus was sitting there with us, or else I would picture Him with Bible-time children sitting around Him while He told them stories and sang to them. 


We're blessed to have such good, happy and enduring memories, when you think how few children have the same privilege.


Thanks for sending the new page to me.  It's beautiful.
Love you,
Pat "

Both of my parents lived Jesus in front of us at all times and so we loved to hear stories about Him.  My father always loved to sing songs about Jesus and Heaven.  I know that is why I love to listen to christian music so much, as I always heard it growing up.  

So please read the words as you listen to the music and sing along.  If you love the old songs, you will love this one.  Then follow the link toThe Story of a Man and learn more about Jesus


Tell me the stories of Jesus I love to hear; 
things I would ask him to tell me if he were here: 
scenes by the wayside, tales of the sea, 
stories of Jesus, tell them to me. 

First let me hear how the children stood round his knee, 
and I shall fancy his blessing resting on me; 
words full of kindness, deeds full of grace, 
all in the love light of Jesus' face. 

Into the city I'd follow the children's band, 
waving a branch of the palm tree high in my hand; 
one of his heralds, yes, I would sing 
loudest hosannas, "Jesus is King!" 


Words by:
William H. Parker
Music by:
Frederick A. Challinor
 

A Story of a Man

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