I am sitting listening to the choir’s song.
As they sing of his blessed love.
I am sitting listening to the choir’s song.
A host of heavenly angels is singing from above.
I love to sit and hear the sweet melody.
As they tell their wonderful story.
I love to sit and see the choir.
As they sing the story of his great love.
They sing of things never to be spoken.
They tell of promises that have been made.
And by God, never shall be broken.
As they sing the story of his great love.
I am sitting listening to the choir’s song.
As they sing of his blessed love.
I am sitting listening to the choir’s song.
As they sing their sweet melody from above.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem