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Song (Jeanne)

For some reason, the song "Let there be peace on Earth, and let it begin with me . . . " came into my head yesterday. My mom really liked that song and Joan of Arc often had it in their rotation.  


The lyrics:

Let there be peace on earthAnd let it begin with meLet There Be Peace on EarthThe peace that was meant to be
 
With God as our FatherBrothers all are weLet me walk with my brotherIn perfect harmony.
 
Let peace begin with meLet this be the moment now.
With ev'ry step I takeLet this be my solemn vow
 To take each moment and liveEach moment in peace eternallyLet there be peace on earthAnd let it begin with me


My mom was a pacifist and a person who cared deeply about humanity's need to be kinder to one another. I love when I have memories like this. Criticism and fault-finding were a huge part of my upbringing . . . but there was plenty of positivity and joy as well!


Wikipedia has this info that I didn't know (highlight is mine):

"Let There Be Peace on Earth" is a song written by Jill Jackson-Miller and Sy Miller in 1955. It was initially written for and sung by the International Children's Choir created by Easter Beakly and Arthur Granger of the Granger Dance Academy in Long Beach, California. The song's composers led a number of rehearsals for the children's choir from 1955 to 1957, and the song continues to be the theme for this group of children who represent a host of nations and who sang in Washington, DC at the JW Marriott next to the White House in 2002.[1]

Jackson-Miller, who had been suicidal after the failure of her marriage to screenwriter Felix Jackson, later said that she wrote the song after discovering what she called the "life-saving joy of God's peace and unconditional love."

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