When my way groweth drear, Precious Lord, linger near, When my light is almost gone, Hear my cry, hear my call, Hold my hand lest I fall, Take my hand, precious Lord Lead me on - Thomas Dorsey

Children, who made your skin white? Was it not God? Who made mine black? Was it not the same God? Am I to blame, therefore, because my skin is black?... Does not God love colored children as well as white children? And did not the same Saviour die to save the one as well as the other? - Sojourner Truth

Harry Hosier - Illiterate, never ordained, former slave. “One of the best preachers in the world and yet one of the humblest creatures I ever saw.” - Thomas Coke

Black History Month