In my mind, I can still see my dad
At the pulpit leading us in song
It was obviously what he did best
It was where he always belonged
His tenor voice was strong and pure
He enjoyed singing the old hymns
“When The Roll Is Called Up Yonder”
Was sung you could always hear him
Everyone knew and respected my dad
He was an Elder, and taught Sunday School
On the Missionary Board, he was
I”m sure his crown has many jewels
He led song service for many years
Until his health, it began to fail
One day he stepped down, retired
His voice no longer prevailed
I miss hearing my dad’s tenor voice
He now sings in the Heavenly Choir
I wonder if he leads singing up there
White robed in his Heavenly attire
June 14, 2022