It was the inauguration of a particular President of the United States, and I was watching from home on television. Little did I know I would one day have the privilege of actually attending two Presidential inaugurations and the festivities to boot one day in D.C. at a later date.
As I watch what I think was a prayer breakfast one day, I suddenly found myself thinking, “Wow, that sounds familiar.” After a few moments, I thought, “Wait a minute! That’s my arrangement!” The person singing Sweet Hour of Prayer, with only the accompaniment of a grand piano, was note by note, inflection by inflection, pause by pause exactly the way I recorded the song on my album. I was stunned. Who was she? How did she get a copy of my album? Why didn’t they contact me to ask for the music or something? Oh, well, I guess that was a moment I realized one should just be silent and be flattered.
The song is so peaceful and beautiful, and I am now so pleased someone thought enough of my rendition that they thought it worthy of a presidential moment. Very cool, if you ask me. The song is worth careful attention. And is lovely to listen to let alone sing.
Ironically, the photoshoot that provides the photo for this tune was held at the Japanese Prayer Garden at the Cheekwood Bontical Gardens in Nashville, TN.