Sunday, June 13, 2021
Take My Hand, Precious Lord
When my way groweth 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.
Precious Lord, take my hand
Lead me on, let me stand
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn;
Through the storm, through the night
Lead me on to the light
Take my hand, precious Lord
Lead me home.
When the shadows appear
And the night draweth near
And the day is past and gone
At the river I stand
Guide my feet, hold my hand
Take my hand, precious Lord
Lead me home.
As I take a retrospective glance on my fellowship with Bro. Harriott over the past years, I can recall him often singing this song "Take My Hand, Precious Lord" at prayer meetings and at Sunday night impromptu programs. He loved singing and has a distinctive voice. Always pleasant, always helpful, loves the Lord and loves to pray.
I spoke with Bro. Harriott nine days before he took sick and went into the hospital. I wanted information concerning the bricks on my house, but as usual the conversation timely switched to Jamaica.
Bro. Harriott was a man of prayer and he was in charge of the Wednesday night prayer meetings. He would spend hours on his knees praying, thus causing us to all join in; singing songs like "I Can’t Feel at Home in this World any More", "Just a Little While to Stay Here", "An Old Account was Settled", "Jesus Hold My Hand", "He Set Me Free", and the list goes on.
Bro. Harriott has left an indelible mark on Erie Street Gospel Centre (now Abundant Life Gospel Centre), both spiritual and physical. Always working on the building and very instrumental in the total renovation of the church, including the church’s basement.
Today, I stand with the Harriott's family – not too long ago, I had a similar experience. Grieve you must, and grieve you surely will, but please remember in the dark moments that will come, our Heavenly Father will never give you more than you can bear.
To Sis. Harriott, First Lady Sis. Pauline, Sis. June, Minister Israel and all the Harriott’s clan – please accept my deepest condolences and I want you all to know that you are in my prayers for God’s comfort and guidance through this change of life.
Bro. Harriott is at home now, he is now singing a brand new song. See the angels are folding their wings to hear him singing his redemption story song! The Lord has taken his hand, the Lord has led him home to a much better place because he "could not feel at home in this world anymore".
I will certainly miss you my Brother in the Lord – Take your rest now!! It has been a very long journey, but you are at home now. We shall meet again on that beautiful shore in the sweet by and by where the land is much fairer than day.
From Sis. Verna Cole
