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That Old Chorus
 

(My youngest son, David)


Oh that song in my heart of salvation
compels me to heavenward raise
my voice, though the passage has roughened,
I must sing that old chorus of praise.

This heart knows the lyrics, so precious.
Every time these old 'goose-bumps' break out.
I hope someone nearby can hear me,
for I'm spreading His message about.

Many decades of loud praise and worship
have not dulled the joyous refrain.
Join me, my brothers and sisters
and I'll lead you to praise once again!






By cherryk

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