Visions
Church Solo
A sixteen year old girl,
beautiful
in the flower of
unfolding youth,
stands before
the congregation,
her wondrous voice
soaring to Heaven
on peaks of song.
An old hymn,
through her voice
made twice lovely,
making hearts rejoice!
A gray, grizzled,
old auto mechanic,
her grandfather,
hands callused
by long hours
of unending labors.
Little noticed by others,
his heart was filled,
making him mindful
how much it
resembled a voice
long since
joined, rejoicing
in the choir of Heaven!
Unnoticed,
he wipes away a tear.
beautiful
in the flower of
unfolding youth,
stands before
the congregation,
her wondrous voice
soaring to Heaven
on peaks of song.
An old hymn,
through her voice
made twice lovely,
making hearts rejoice!
A gray, grizzled,
old auto mechanic,
her grandfather,
hands callused
by long hours
of unending labors.
Little noticed by others,
his heart was filled,
making him mindful
how much it
resembled a voice
long since
joined, rejoicing
in the choir of Heaven!
Unnoticed,
he wipes away a tear.
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