Music starts my little church
And bids us goers "come forward" -
Timid and cleansing at first -
Bringing voices to one accord
Then Chris's 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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Author:
Amy Michelle Mosier (
Offline) - Published: March 5th, 2024 21:12
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments1
Good write A.
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