I asked how they were called,
but they didn’t have a name
and when I visited them,
there was nothing interesting about them
I was infrequent,
but still they knew my name
they’d study the word together within a frame
and amuse each other afterwards
They said, God is love, so I believed
and hung my cares upon his cross
Each time I wanted to bury the faith
like the Grinch before Christmas miracle
but instead their company did warm my heart
I became part of a family without prejudice
a family saner than blood
A bond stronger than pride
Each weekend, we’d hold hands
Sing aloud the music of heaven
just the 6 of us, and I’m the least.
A bunch of students with nothing but their voices.
Sometimes we were more
other times just one would show
still one thing was sure
There is a pull in our hearts that just won’t let go
Year in, Year out.
I hope for the big secret to be revealed
48 hours to the end of 2019
and I’m still hoping with a gladdened heart
Angels sing with soft glorious voices
I’m impaled by the love of Jesus
I jubilate when I remember that
He can be confident for the six of us
He has seen us through in times of drought
Though stagnant floods may throw us into a folly
yet we labor to hear his calling on our lives
we breath into his double blessings
Will 2020 be the year he ropes us in?
show us the pastel he painted eons ago?
maybe not, but our mouths will never run out of testimonies
and I pray yours will never too.
Happy 2020 to you and yours.