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WHEN FAITH BECAME A SONG: More than 90,000 mourners gathered in solemn stillness beneath the morning sky outside Family Worship Center. They weren’t there for entertainment—they came to honor something holy. Then, without a single announcement, Alan Jackson stepped forward. A Bible rested under one arm, his guitar gently in the other. No spotlight. No stage lights. Just a man, a song, and a moment that would echo forever.

THE HYMN THAT SHOOK THE HEAVENS: Alan Jackson’s Quiet Tribute Leaves Thousands in Tears at...

Behind the pulpit and beyond the spotlight, Brother Jimmy Swaggart left a quieter legacy — a groove in the wood of his old studio desk, carved by 12 faithful years of placing his keys in the same spot. It wasn’t habit. It was devotion. Before each sermon, he’d pause there, whisper a prayer, and hum the old hymn: “He washed my eyes with tears… that I might see.” That song wasn’t performance — it was testimony. And long after the cameras fade, the worn wood still holds the weight of one man’s unshakable faith.

THE PLACE WHERE HE SET HIS KEYSInspired by “He Washed My Eyes With Tears” —...