"As we sing here on earth, songs of sadness or mirth,/ tis a fortaste of rapture to come;/ but our joy can't compare with the glory up there,/ when all of God's singers get home./ [Presley, 1937]
"When all of God's singers get home,/ where never a sorrow will come;/ there'll be no place like home,/ when all of God's singers get home." [Stamps, 1937]
"And one cried unto another, and said, Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord of hosts: the whole earth is full of his glory." Isaiah 6:3
Today's to do: sing His praises today; realize that singing can lift up a weary heart; be thankful something far better than the best earth has to offer awaits the faithful up there; have a good day.
Kyle Webb
Roy Gambrell