Singing in the old church choir
And praising as we sang along,
We became a family.
Our hearts were joined in song.
Worshipping in harmony,
Blending voices with each other,
We learned to listen carefully
And be in tune with one another.
Rehearsing for each Sunday morn,
We were always very blessed.
Preparing worship to our Lord,
Love for God our hearts expressed.
We didn't have a fancy band
Or drums, guitar and 'lectric bass,
But praised Him with uplifted voice.
His glory shone on every face.
Sometimes I stopped singing
Just to hear the other voices.
Even now as I look back
In memory my heart rejoices!
"Serve the Lord with gladness; come before His presence with singing."
Psalm 100:2 NKJ
© 2006 Arlene Schwartzkopf