In a youth choir years ago, I learned a round that is the epitome of a sticky song. Even last week, I found myself singing the song while working because the trigger words that mark the opening lines and the title ran through my mind: “come, follow me.” While they have nothing to do with …
Key of promise, come, O Messiah, Promised one: To open every eye sin blinds, To loose the prisoner from his binds, To open each lock of despair, To free us from each heavy care, And then be found at last, Inside our heart's lock clasped, As we in yours are ever treasured With greatest love …
