Serious minded boys and girls,
Young ladies and young
men,
With youthful, earnest faces,
Wreathed in grins, as they come
in.
Warmly greeting one another,
Each happy to be
there,
Cheerful conversation,
And soft laughter fill the air.
A good group - a friendly group,
Who had in common, one
main thing,
They loved to raise their voices,
In harmony and sing.
No wait - they had another trait,
They all adored and loved
their Lord,
They sang their songs in praise to Him,
When indeed their
voices soared.
Choir practice every week,
At Seven, Thursday
nights,
Not a chore and not a bore,
To each a pure delight.
Blest with voices like fine instruments,
All attuned to one
another,
A perfect blending, too, of hearts,
With brother loving
brother.
To see young faces so sincere,
As each is raised in
song,
To see their eyes aglow with light,
Is to know their spirit's
strong.
To hear their music in the air,
To feel their passion so
revealed,
Is like listening to angels sing,
As they burst forth with
heartfelt zeal.
Old songs, old hymns, old favorites,
And new music
introduced,
They could sing all evening long,
Hallowed spirits on the
loose.
"He walks with me and He talks with me,"
And "When the
saints come marching in,"
"Hallelujah! He is risen!"
They grin and
sing it all again.
Enthusiastic, eager souls,
In divine
communication,
Together, yet alone, in song,
In total dedication.
Finally, reluctantly,
Time draws to a close,
Heads are
bowed in grateful prayer,
As they prepare to go.
Refreshed and nurtured by sweet hymns,
The smiles they
wear are broad,
But I know one day they'll surely learn,
Their smiles were not as broad as God's.
Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
Copyright 2002 ~ Revised 2004
