Though we may feel our part is over
As our voices start to age
And notes we sing grow quiet
Near the bottom of the page

There are still a few more stanzas
That He’s chosen us to sing
Even some new crescendos
With those high notes left to ring

Look how our great conductor 
Taps His baton and lifts His hands!
Then on His mark we'll start the chorus
For those listening in the stands

Oh sing to the Lord a new song;
    sing to the Lord, all the earth!
Sing to the Lord, bless his name;
    tell of his salvation from day to day.
Psalm 96:1-2 ESV

Our Great Conductor’s Chorus
By Peter Caligiuri
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7 thoughts on “Our Great Conductor’s Chorus”

1. This is a beautiful and encouraging poem, Pete. God is never done with us and can use us at any age.

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   • And I never knew how young 70 seemed until I passed it by!

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     • 😃😃
     • Ditto!
2. My children are the product of modern worship. Words are on a screen and 4 part harmony doesn’t exist. So they find the hymns sung in my parent’s Sunday School class (at 82 my parents are amongst the younger members) a novelty and beautiful to their ears. My youngest daughter has declared them to be the best choir she has ever heard much to the delight of these wonderful class members who embrace the presence of youngsters every time we visit. My children don’t hear their aging voices. Rather they hear the joy in which those old hymns are sung.

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   • Boy, I would love if you could put her joy in a bottle and send it our way! Thanks for sharing!

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     • Her joy definitely lights up a room.