Tin Tabernacle

The rain falls gently on the old tin roof.
Angels in the tabernacle?
The rain, loud enough to merge with Psalms, 
yet not to drown the word of God. 
The precentor sings a line and the congregation follows.

"To thee I lift my soul..."

The precentor sings a line and the congregation follows. 
The rain, loud enough to merge with Psalms, 
yet not to drown the word of God.
Angels in the tabernacle? 
The rain falls gently. 

- DTH - 

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