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” —...