Oh, To Sing

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OH, TO SING
 

When I was younger I had a passable soprano voice. But after years of smoking cigarettes, I damaged my vocal chords beyond repair. If only I had realized what I was doing.... So now my dream is to someday write words that will be sung by many voices. Oh, to sing like the angels, how I wish I could be a part, of the choir of heavenly voices, sharing joy that comes from the heart. To bring tears to those who listen, to raise my voice in praise, then whisper a song of prayer, as to heaven our eyes do raise. But no matter how much I wish it, I’m not blessed with the gift of song, so I only can pray that someday, my words will be sung by the throng. To be able to hear their voices take the words that sit on a page, and sing them in praise to our Father, t’would, indeed, be a glorious day. © Forrest Phelps-Cook

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[Donna DeLong Matthews a..]

Oh my sweet friend your vocal cords may have failed but your pen sings like angels....