| WANT TO SING IN THE ANGEL CHOIR
I WANT TO SING IN THE ANGEL CHOIR There’s a house among the shadows Where my mind goes and stays a lot It’s a sweet memory of Mammy Memories are all I’ve got A three room shack across the creek To the left of the old dirt road Love lived there in bundles Each day new seeds were sewn She raised us all by herself And never did complain There were five of us in all It was all our gain She took us to church on Sunday Sunday night we did the same In the middle of the week on Wednesday We did the same thing all over again Sometimes in the middle of the night When everyone is asleep in my house My spirit goes back to the old homestead I’m as quiet as a little church mouse I take a walk in the middle of the night Transferred in the spirit I go Bouncing back home to Kentucky Please tears do not flow I lift the latch on the back kitchen door A rusty nail was all it was Fastened from one side to the other A very fine touch of country class If I position my mind just perfect I can see so much more The cook stove and the old stove pipe Back there beside the door There next to the big window set the table and the chairs We gathered at the table prayed to God with all our might I can taste the beans and corn bread And feel Mammy by my side What? The light is still in the window After all these years The moon beams light that room Is my mammy still here? A whisper of a voice, “Would you like to wake her, Mary?” I am going to let you see In the spirit of the moment Come take a rest with me! Through the door-way to the little bedroom I walk very quietly on tip-toe The essence of the moment I almost lose control There she is, asleep in all her splendor Her long hair decorates the pillow where she sleeps I ask you Lord, “please help me.” I do so need to weep “Don’t weep Mary”, says the whispered voice For I have made this night for you Pull up a chair and rest awhile I will show you what to do I pull the chair close to Mammy I touch her soft little cheek I whisper Mammy, “I love you so”! My body is crumpled and weak She turns her head toward me A smile forms on those lips Young and pretty as the angels Oh Lord, what a trip A window opens in the heavens An angel choir begins to sing All those angels are glowing They have silvery blue tipped wings The whisperer opens my heart strings as He says, “You want to be a member of the angel choir That is what you said in worship Tonight, you will get your hearts desire”! Suddenly I had wings just like Mammy’s Through the heavens we did fly Mammy clasped my hands so tightly We flew so very high There we were seated right in the middle Of that angel heavenly choir My wings floated high above me It was almost more than I can share “Are you ready, Sister Mary”? “Yes Lord, I am ready,” Came my humbled reply My heart burst into song The angels joined me and Mammy We all sang loud and long “O victory in Jesus, My Savior, forever. He sought me and bought me With His redeeming blood; He loved me ere I knew Him And all my love is due Him, He plunged me to victory, Beneath the cleansing flood.” ©Mary Alice Bowles 10/3/09 |
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