THE SONG OF THE CHILDREN.

Simple and sweet was that melody pure
That came from the old village hall.
I followed the sound o'er the cobbled streets,
I paused reverently at the old gnarled doors,
What was it that they were singing so revently?
A simple chant-like melody as from realms above,
It seemed to sooth my aching heart, give peace to my soul.
I slowly opened the door trying no noise to make,
And sitting down on an empty seat absorbed that pure sound.
The balm of Gilead came sweeping over my sin sick soul
Tears of joy ran down my cheeks, my body felt completely whole,
I looked, and through my tear stained eyes to my joy
I saw a group of children, their eyes alight and faces aglow
As they sang, my heart sang too, it lifted high above,
No other sound however sweet, or song however grand
Will ever touch my soul as that sweet childrens choir.
They all filed out one by one and left me all alone.
The teacher seeing me, smiled and said "The angels sang
Along with them" We felt a breath of heaven.

Ann Margetson
April 10 1995
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