Dedicated to all who heard them sing . . . .

Sometimes when a little down
echoes from the halls renown
distinctly come sweet to ear
of memories held so dear

Treasured moments relived a thousand times
of songs, and testimonies; precious lines
priceless treasures that envelope and lift
precious echoes through my mind sweetly drift

Of them all we can recite a line
memories of them bright and fine
beloved echoes of sight and sound
again plays on in endless abound

Of special import are lovely sisters, precious girls
as the sound of their song again unfurls
the song Known Only To Him
eyes tear as we think of them

Around the throne singing to their Lord
precious annointed tunes and word
one day again we'll hear them sing
those thoughts to my eyes tears swiftly bring

Angels can only stand and admire
their voices singing to Him, of human attire
but for the moment we can only admire the call
as we re-cherish Echoes From The Halls . . .