Sat, Jul 14th - 5:15AM
WATCHING THE BAND I sit and watch the band go by Unable to join or even try But I can enjoy the music of the band The hymns they play sound so grand I wonder what goes through their thoughts As they play the old hymns of the cross Are they of their precious Saviour? Or just the next note on the paper When they play of saints marching in Do they know they are cleansed from sin? Are they wondering if they are getting a preview Of marching home with the saints to live with You? And what of the old rugged cross Do they know You, who did not count the cost? Who died on a hill far away So they might live anew each day? The Lily of the valley, do they know it is You? Or is it just another flower in their garden that grew So many old hymns that bring such joy to their hearts Is that why they so joyfully play their parts? Oh how I would love to join in the refrains To lift joyful praises to You would be my gain For though an instrument I do not play There is music in my heart all the day So I will sit and watch the band go by Joining the music in my heart, lift it to the sky Praising and thanking You my precious Lord With my brothers and sisters, all in one accord Jeannine Faith
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