"My Jesus I Love Thee" is one that reminds me of some of my most favorite times as a child growing up. I have fond memories of my beautiful grandmother, Carmen Parks, at her home in Georgia sitting down at her antique honky tonk piano to play. She would play our family different hymns singing at the top of her lungs. My brothers and I would sit laughing in enjoyment as grandmother would break out into rock-a-billy riffs harkening to Jerry Lee Lewis. We realized where our musical abilities probably stemmed from. Last time I was in Georgia, my grandmother who is 92 years young, once again sat down at my parent's piano and lit up the keys playing:
"My Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine;
For Thee all the follies of sin I resign;
My gracious Redeemer, my Savior art Thou;
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now."