"Trouble In The Amen Corner"

It was a stylish congregation
you could see they'd been around
And they had the biggest pipe organ
of any church in town

But over in the Amen Corner of that church
sat Brother Ayer
And he insisted every Sunday
on singing in the choir.

His voice was cracked and broken
age had touched his vocal chords
And nearly every Sunday
he'd get behind and miss the words

Well, the choir got so flustered
the church was told in fine
That Brother Ayer must stop his singing
or the choir was going to resign.

So the pastor appointed a committee.
I think it was three or four
And they got in their big fine cars
and drove up to Ayer's door

They find the choir's great trouble
sittin' there in an old arm chair
And the summer's golden sunbeams
lay upon his snow white hair.

Said York we're here dear Brother
with the vestries approbation
To discuss a little matter
that affects the congregation

Now it seems that your voice
has interfered with the choir
So if you'll just lay out, or ....
are you listening Brother Ayer.

The old man raised his head
a sign that he did hear
And on his cheek the three men
caught the glitter of a tear

His feeble hands pushed back
the locks as white as silky snow
And he answered the committee
in a voice both soft and low.

I wonder if beyond the tide
that's breaking at my feet
In that far off heavenly temple
where my Master and I shall meet

Yes, I wonder if when I try to sing
the song of God up higher
I wonder if they'll kick me out of there
for singing in heaven's choir.

A silence filled the little room
and the old man bowed his head
The committee went on back to town
but Brother Ayer was dead

The choir missed him for awhile
but he was soon forgotten
A few church goers watched the door
but the old man entered not.

Far away his voice is sweet
and he sings his heart desire
Where are there no church committees
and no fashionable choirs.

Let me hide myself in Thee ...

Jim Reeve song
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hVkZXKgc3TA

Ruth

Awesome message about Ruth and so educational. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kUmKVnfYpLc

Dear Lord

There are no words to describe
How deep my pain does flow
What words can be used
This I will never know
How I sometimes dream
That I was a stuffed bear
My wounds are deep and bleeding
How much more must I bear
Why must I suffer so
I cannot help but wonder
I feel so lost and alone
Aimlessly I seem to wander
You feel so distant Lord
I need your touch
Without you in my life
Living isn't worth much
Take my pain
Heal my wounds
Give me your Holy Spirit
In your love I want to bloom
Cleanse me and make me whole
Sanctify me in your Son
For he paid the price
When He said, "It is done".


- Regina ten Brinke -

God is great!
In 2010 I surrendered my life to God. Since that time He has been changing my life. I'm on fire with desire to share God with others. However, I sometimes get discouraged that people I care about couldn't care at all about spiritual things. They are so content in the path they have chosen to walk. This frustrates me because I can see where they are traveling. Please pray for these friends of mine that they will give their lives to God and see what He can do