The Jazz Singer, 1916 by Charles Demuth
Sing, sing, sing
Come on, do your thing
Let those praises ring
To others, joy you bring
When you sing
Songs that uplift, songs that reprove
Songs that help us get into our groove
Songs that give our Lord the praise
Songs we remember for the rest of our days.
Sing in the morning, sing in the night
Sing when things go wrong and definitely when they are right
Sing, for music is the key to life
Able to lift burdens and ease strife
So sing, sing, sing
Come on, do your thing
Let those praises ring
To others, joy you bring
When you sing.
Copyright © 2004 by Rolanda T. Pyle
From the poetry and prose collection, Finally by Rolanda T. Pyle
This is a foot-tapping poem and I am tapping my feet!
May 28th, 2009 - 4:57 pm
I love this. I sing and I like it. I wish you the best. I’m from IS 147.