An invitation to Sunday School in May…
OLD HYMNS
are filed in dusty books.
Melodies are silent, out of tune;
chords are stacked as if in storage.
Come, open the music book.
Breathe warm air on quiet pages
and revive the words that built our faith.
Sing the memories
when hymns
were harmony and community,
comfort and therapy.
Come sing!
Come sing with me.
Beth Byrne