Music starts my little church

Amy Michelle Mosier

And bids us goers "come forward" -

Timid and cleansing at first -

Bringing voices to one accord

Then her voice waxing loud

And the piano's tempo

Make the atmosphere bound

To become a crescendo

When our song meets Him above

And the sweet chorus repeats.

Did such music greet Asaph

At the foot of heaven's gates?

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