Songs of Faith
Sing soft the songs of David
And hear them chorused by the wind
A music eternal and true
Do as the Master does us bid
For there our own poor eternity is pinned
Judged for what we do
Sing with an open heart
And let go the pain of the saddest day
Until you find yourself, free
For each is of the whole, a part
And so we are privileged, in a way
Our choice as it should be
Howdy, nice to see you. Lovely poem, thank you.