He Leadeth Me

Every once in a while a song from my childhood pops up and plays itself over and over in my mind. I can't recall exactly the conversation that led to the song, but I know it's been there for several days now winding it's comforting words and melody into my heart, making me thankful all over again for music my dad brought into my childhood home through his his guitar and harmonica. I can't imagine life without Dad singing. This isn't him, of course, but even so I find myself strangely drawn in...