Friday, March 16, 2012

The Chorister sings

Six months ago today,on Friday September 16th 2011, my Pa went home to be with the Lord. During his younger days,he was a choir master and was choir master at home also, teaching proper posture and breathing and singing. We would get frustrated when we didn't want to be bothered, but he would gently teach, as was his way. I guess I picked up a love for singing from him, although I lack the talent, I still love to sing. This picture was taken at the church-service marking his 90th birthday in 2002.


In this picture,
Standing tall and poised
One hand resting on the pew,
A hymnal in the other.
Proper posture,
Eyes looking ahead,
The chorister sings.

Words,from the heart,
Though off the pages in hand,
Through lips properly pursed,
For proper sound,
The chorister sings.

Words of praise
To the king of Kings,
The Lord of Lords,
Fills the air.
Praise
To the Alpha and Omega,
The everlasting father.
To whom praise
Is no stranger.
The chorister sings.

Voices rise daily
As saints sing gaily,
In worship and
In adoration.
In supplication,
Lamentation
With repentance,
Unto salvation.

The chorister,
Standing tall,
Giving his all,
All by choice,
And with great poise.
As he did during his days;
Singing, or coaching others.
To sing.

Now
To the God of his salvation,
Before whose great majesty,
With all the saints,
The chorister sings
Still.


Praise the Lord!!
Onye Uwa Oma

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