Notes crisply flowing
out into the narthex
out the door of the church
greeting them as they
entered
In the dark of the empty
sanctuary
he toiled, alone, refining
his skill
his craft, preparing
himself,
by drill and practice,
sharpening his gift,
to become a servant, an
instrument
God’s hands on the organ’s
keys
God’s voice in the purity of
the notes
coaxed from the pipes in the
chancel
to be ready on Sunday, in
worship, in public
to share, to proclaim his
praise
to minister in His church
through his playing
of the familiar hymns
so others too would know God
feel Him, as he surely does
through his faithful service
edited January 21, 2014
In the Hushed Choir Loft – v2
May 26, 2006 2:08pm
In the Hushed Choir Loft
of Hyung-Kyu Yi, practicing alone May 25, 2006.
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