Southern Gospel Recorded Song of The Year
"Born Again"; Sweet Life; Janet Paschal; Public Domain; Spring Hill
"He Made A Change"; Faithful; The Cathedrals; Joel Lindsey, Ernie Haase; Homeland
"I Believe In A Hill Called Mount Calvery"; Lovin' God and Lovin' Each Other; Gaither Vocal Band; William J. Gaither, Gloria Gaither; Spring Hill
"In Time, On Time, Every Time"; Within the Rock; Gold City; Belinda Smith; Daywind Records
"One Holy Lamb"; Rhythm & Rhyme; Poet Voice; Phil Cross; Sonlite
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—Sarah Patton Boyle, U.S. civil rights activist and author. The Desegregated Heart, part 2, ch. 10 (1962)
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