Posted by Ira (184.108.40.206) on November 03, 2000 at 10:03:56:
It was a stylish congregation. You could see they had been around and they
had the biggest pipe organ of any church in town. But over in the Amen
Corner of the church sat old Brother Ira, he insisted every Sunday on
singing in the choir.
His voice was cracked and broken, age had touched his vocal cords and every
Sunday he would get behind and miss the words.
Well the choir got so flustered that the church was told then fine, Brother
Ira must stop his singing or the choir would resign. So the Pastor formed a
committee I think it was three or four. They got in their big fine car and
drove to Brother Ira's door. They found the choir's great trouble sitting
there in his old armchair, sunbeams lying on his snow-white hair. Said York
we are here dear Brother with best recuperation to discuss a little matter
that effects the congregation.
Now it seems your voice is interfering with the choir, so if you will just
layout..are you listening Brother Ira?
The old man raised his head, a sign he did hear; on his cheek the three men
caught the glitter of a tear.
His feeble hands pushed back the locks as white as silky snow, He answered
the committee in a voice both soft and low.
I wonder if beyond the tide that is breaking at my feet and that far off
heavenly temple where my master I shall meet, I wonder if when I try to sing
the songs for God up higher will they kick me out up there for singing in
A silence filled the room. The old man bowed his head. The committee went on
back to town but Brother Ira was dead. The choir missed him for a while but
he was soon forgotten. A few churchgoers watch the door, the old man
Far away his voice is sweet now and he sings his heart desires. Where there
are no church committees and no fascias requires.
How many have sat in the amen corner of ch.coms and been rejected how many
have been forgotten and how many died?
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