Sing Praise
When Peter Marshall took his Kirk
He found all music was the work
Of choir small – tight harmony –
No hymns expressing people's glee.He changed all that, swept choir away
Said, “Let's all praise each Sabbath day!”
I find, like life, that incident
In asking what for me it meant –For harmony that's tight and good
Comes from tight groups – that's understood;
For ‘openness’ may joyous be
But ‘closed’ is place of quality.Some like a church that soars above
The huddled masses – there's the rub –
For there's no access to such groups
To those remaining on the stoop.Let's tiptoe past, go down the street
And find a place where we can meet
Together, with our God, sing praise
In ragged glee, live out our days.navigation