The candles glow and set the faces
Of the watchers golden
Shadows pool in dusty corners
Eager to hear as is everyone else
Solemn, they advance down the carpeted line of pews
Folders clutching music
Faces pushed upward in smiles and song
The notes fly toward the great heavens
The arches of ceiling high above
Wreaths and garlands hang down
A light in every window
Guiding the newcomers
To the chapel
The song lifts the people
Fluttering its wings and dancing
A being all its own
Red and green and gold
Mouths form small o's
Rejoicing in the melody
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