Tommy Dorsey

In the 1930s, a jazz musician–Tommy Dorsey lived in a little apartment in the city of Chicago. He wasn’t making much money at the time; his wife was pregnant. And he got a telegram from St. Louis that said, “Tommy, we want to you play in a jazz band down in St.

Louis. We’ll pay you some money. His wife was about ready to deliver any night. It was a cold, snowy Chicago night, and she said, “Honey, you better go.

The baby may come tonight. But I’m not sure, Honey–maybe you shouldn’t.”

And they talked about it. “But we need the money, Honey–you better go.”

Tommy Dorsey got on the train, went down to St. Louis, played in that concert. That night he received his check. And as he came off the stage, he had a telegram.

And the telegram said, you are the proud father of a lovely baby son. But your wife died in childbirth.

He got on the train, tears flowing down his face. He felt guilty about leaving her alone that night. He rushed back to Chicago. He went to the hospital only to learn that his son had also died.

That precious little baby. And Tommy Dorsey went into a terrible depression and discouragement–and left his music. A week went by, two weeks went by, and three weeks went by, four weeks. Depressed.

Discouraged. Then he sat at the piano, began to play a little bit.

Tune began to come to his mind. He began to pen some words. 1) Precious Lord take my hand, Lead me on let me stand, I am tired, I am weak, I am worn. Thru the storm through the night, lead me on to the light, Take my hand, precious Lord, lead me home.

2) When my way grows drear, precious Lord linger near, When my life is almost gone Hear my cry, hear my call, Hold my hand lest I fall, Take my hand, precious Lord, lead me home. The only way to survive the battle between good and evil, between Christ and Satan, is by taking the hand of Jesus. We do not battle against flesh and blood, but against the evil powers.

The power of Satan is too strong. The power of the evil one is too great. I feel the weakness in my own heart. But where I am weak, Jesus is strong.

Where Satan is strong, Jesus is far MORE strong.