A heartbeat Then a voice sings Allelua to the King Thunder sounds The voice stops short Her spirit lifted far away The time has come for golden streets Some will say taken in her prime But the King knows that now she is thine From the heavens her soft song Like rain does fall Bringing peace to one and all
Reason for writing:
This is for my voice teacher Jeanne who died unexpectedly earlier this year. I miss her a great deal. But I know she is happy in heaven and that God now has her to teach the heavenly choir how to sing properly. Jeanne, just don't make any of them cry, they are not as dedicated as all your students were.
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