“The Church Choir,” read by Timothy Horne.
The Church Choir
by Timothy Horne
Voices meshing, weaving, blending
Music soaring, stirring, mending
In unison or harmony
Those listening can all agree
The unique sounds of diverse voice
Inspire and make the heart rejoice
As timbres rise
And some descend
Our hope? All eyes
t’ward heaven bend
While lyrics hint of love sublime
And chords, a unity divine.
About the Poet
Timothy Horne was born in England in 1957 and raised in Canada. He surrendered his life to Jesus in his early 20’s and has dedicated it to serving Him in various settings, many years in both prison ministry and as a missionary in Guayaquil, Ecuador.
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