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Monday, February 13, 2006

The lights are down low except for a lone spotlight that shines on the stage. She sits at the piano and begins to play a song, her voice carrying a familiar melody over the crowd. Fans hold up modern day lighters, which are just open cell phones putting forth their electric glow. Up until that moment, it could be any other concert. Any other performer and any other group of fans.

Then from behind me, I hear the tiny, sweet voice of a child. She is in the first grade and she is excited to be here. She hums along with the song, then she begins to sing. Not the words of the song, but her own accompaniment.

"Holy, holy, holy, Jesus..."

Oh, to have childlike faith and eyes filled with wonder, unhardened by the world.


Blogger Princess21 said...

I am with ya!! That would be awesome!!!

11:02 AM  
Blogger Sharkey said...

Hear, hear! Great post, Amanda.

11:52 AM  
Blogger Ben said...

MUST be in the air... ;)

Right there with you.

11:58 AM  
Blogger Trinity13 said...

How wonderful!!!

12:56 PM  
Blogger YankeeAmanda said...

Awesome, beautiful.

2:56 PM  
Blogger Jennboree said...

Ahh, what a sweet post. Thank you for that :)

3:49 PM  
Blogger unclehlc said...

God bless little children while they're still too young to hate.

Tom T. Hall

5:28 PM  
Blogger Michelle said...

I am so thankful that I was blessed enough to be the one sitting next to you while we were sung to in "surround sound!"

Thank you again for sharing that with me.

8:44 PM  
Blogger Amstaff Mom said...

Too cool.

7:32 AM  

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