The heavenly saints of Holly Village
sing along to olden days Christian songs.
Ed White plays his own organ,
and that is the sign to begin.
People call out the page numbers and the songs.
Then, all of our little group sings along.
We may have little or no professional
singing skills-
But singing songs about the
old time religion-
gives us real thrills!
In my mind's eye, I do not even cry.
I behold 'visions' of heavenly angelic
beings; clothed in shining white.
They are all holding hymn books
in their hands. Together, we
worship, Jesus Christ, The
Son of Man.
No, I can not hear the heavenly
chorus. That's okay.
Certainly! I know we all will be
joining them someday soon.
Love in Christ Jesus!
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