Post by fairhavens on Aug 8, 2009 17:05:14 GMT -5
Musical Chairs
“Suppose ten are found there?"
A long time ago, in a land far away
There was a game, that we used to play
It required some children, some chairs and a song
A tune we all knew so we could all sing along.
As the music played we would march round the chairs
Trying our best to avoid each other’s stares
Waiting for the moment when the music would stop
So into an empty chair we could quickly plop.
Each time the music began to replay
One of the chairs would be taken away
And when the music would stop once more
One of us would be forced to leave the floor.
As the chairs vanished, the suspense would mount
Everyone’s attention was focused on the count
Two people marching, but only one empty seat
For one of the two, victory would be so sweet
A long time ago, in a church far away
We started to meet together to pray
It required some chairs, and some men who were serious
About communing with God through His only Son, Jesus
We started our meetings with about twelve good men
It didn’t take long before there were only ten
We shared, we talked and then we would pray
Wondering why some had chose to stay away
Soon the ten had dwindled down to just eight
Seems they just had too much on their plate
We shared, we talked and then we would pray
Hoping, at least, that the eight would stay
Now we are six, and I honestly admit
I find myself worrying and not just a bit
Could there be something that we’re doing wrong
Or maybe someone has stopped playing the song
In musical chairs the victory is so sweet
When you find yourself alone in that seat
But if someday the six men become one
It won’t be the one left who has really won.
[/center]“Suppose ten are found there?"
A long time ago, in a land far away
There was a game, that we used to play
It required some children, some chairs and a song
A tune we all knew so we could all sing along.
As the music played we would march round the chairs
Trying our best to avoid each other’s stares
Waiting for the moment when the music would stop
So into an empty chair we could quickly plop.
Each time the music began to replay
One of the chairs would be taken away
And when the music would stop once more
One of us would be forced to leave the floor.
As the chairs vanished, the suspense would mount
Everyone’s attention was focused on the count
Two people marching, but only one empty seat
For one of the two, victory would be so sweet
A long time ago, in a church far away
We started to meet together to pray
It required some chairs, and some men who were serious
About communing with God through His only Son, Jesus
We started our meetings with about twelve good men
It didn’t take long before there were only ten
We shared, we talked and then we would pray
Wondering why some had chose to stay away
Soon the ten had dwindled down to just eight
Seems they just had too much on their plate
We shared, we talked and then we would pray
Hoping, at least, that the eight would stay
Now we are six, and I honestly admit
I find myself worrying and not just a bit
Could there be something that we’re doing wrong
Or maybe someone has stopped playing the song
In musical chairs the victory is so sweet
When you find yourself alone in that seat
But if someday the six men become one
It won’t be the one left who has really won.
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