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"Each one of us must find the gift we have been given.  We only need a heart filled with grace, a soul generated by love, and the willingness to serve."  ~Martin Luther King

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We all are given time and opportunity in life; but, unfortunately there are only a few who use this gift to its fullest extent, and live a life of significance.  The story of Clyde J. Dotson and his family is extraordinary.  The usual fears and condemnations towards otherness, that surely influence a Southern upbringing, did not deter a fierce determination to serve strangers in a strange land, without financial support from the mission board, until years later.  In so many ways, the early 20th century is not so different from the early 21st century.  We still struggle with race, poverty, religion, and politics; and yet, the Dotson Family as missionaries, overcame such deep-seated prejudices and through their tremendous compassion, sacrifice, and hard work followed their faith's teachings of being the Good Samaritan.  Under the Mopane Tree attempts to untangle the complicated spirits of individuals who rarely thought of their own needs, when faced with the cries of so many lost souls.  Author Grace Webster compiles in her collected memories and letters, a family's faith in God's Providence.  It is an inspiration and an uncomfortable commentary on how rare such gifts really are.  A fascinating spiritually uplifting glimpse into lives that responded to the call of their better angels.  

 ~G. M. Dyrek, Author of The Seer and The Scribe series, Spear of Destiny and Lost Book of Noah

HE LEADETH ME

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1 He leadeth me: O blessed thought!
O words with heavenly comfort fraught!
Whate'er I do, where'er I be,
still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me.

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Refrain:
He leadeth me, he leadeth me;
by his own hand he leadeth me:
his faithful follower I would be,
for by his hand he leadeth me.

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2 Sometimes mid scenes of deepest gloom,
sometimes where Eden's flowers bloom,
by waters calm, o'er troubled sea,
still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me. Refrain

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3 Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine,
nor ever murmur nor repine;
content, whatever lot I see,
since 'tis my God that leadeth me. Refrain

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4 And when my task on earth is done,
when, by thy grace, the victory's won,
e'en death's cold wave I will not flee,
since God through Jordan leadeth me. Refrain 

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Psalter Hymnal, by Joseph H. Gilmore, 1862

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