Grandmother’s Radio | Powerful Black Gospel Song of Faith and Old Hymns | Original Gospel скачать в хорошем качестве

Grandmother’s Radio | Powerful Black Gospel Song of Faith and Old Hymns | Original Gospel

Grandmother’s Radio is a heartfelt Black gospel story-song told through the eyes of a little boy remembering his grandmother’s faith. When she became too feeble to walk to church, her radio became her sanctuary. Through the crackle and hum came the old hymns — “Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,” “Blessed Assurance, Jesus is mine,” “Precious Lord, take my hand.” In her chair, with silver hair and trembling hands, she lifted her spirit higher than her body could go. The radio carried her through the trials of life, and those songs of hope became the legacy she passed down. It’s a tribute to every grandmother, every mother, and every saint who found strength in the old hymns and the power of gospel music. If your grandmother ever sang along to the radio, if you grew up hearing those precious hymns, this song is for you. 🙏🏾✨ Grandmother’s Radio — her church home, her story, our heritage. Lyrics: [Verse 1] I was just a little boy, playin’ by her chair, Grandma’s hands were folded, soft silver in her hair. She’d turn that old brown knob, static filled the air… Then came the choir, Lord, singin’ everywhere. “Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound…” Saved a wretch like me… [Chorus] Grandmother’s radio, it was her church home, When her body got too weak, the Spirit carried on. From “Blessed Assurance” to “Precious Lord, take my hand,” That old radio was her promised land. [Verse 2] She couldn’t walk to Zion, her legs had grown too frail, But when that preacher prayed, heaven filled the veil. “I come to the garden alone…” sang through the night, She’d raise her trembling hand, and whisper, “That’s right…” “What a friend we have in Jesus,” came through so sweet, And I’d see her rockin’ slowly, pat her tired feet. [Chorus] Grandmother’s radio, it was her church home, When her body got too weak, the Spirit carried on. From “Leaning on the Everlasting Arms” to “I’ll Fly Away,” That old radio helped her make it day by day. [Bridge] Now the radio’s silent, her chair sits alone… But those old songs she loved still guide me home. Guide me home… guide me home… When I hear, “Precious Lord, take my hand,” I feel her near, Her faith still sings in my heart, crystal clear. [Final Chorus] Grandmother’s radio, it was her church home, When her body got too weak, the Spirit carried on. From “Amazing Grace” to “What a friend we have in Jesus,” Her soul found rest where the music never ceases. Ohhh, Grandmother’s radio… mmm… Grandmother’s radio… yeah… Grandmother’s radio… her church home… oooh… #GospelMusic, #BlackGospel, #GospelQuartet, #MightyCloudsOfJoy, #AmazingGrace, #PreciousLord, #BlessedAssurance, #TraditionalGospel, #OldHymns, #SoulfulGospel, #GospelStorytelling, #ChurchSongs, #FaithMusic, #GrandmothersRadio, #ChristianMusic