The Gospel Box

The child in me returns again
To a small house clad with tin
And a tiny box near the stove,
Oh the sweet memories it wove.

Late at night as the family slept
Into the kitchen I quietly crept
And with my lantern turned to low
I listened spellbound to that radio.

For hours I sat with my ear near
To hear songs of faith more clear,
Soaring on a spiritual music flight
My heart filled with new delights.

I would silently pat my bare feet
To rhythms of the hymns beat,
Singing along with choirs of old
As they chorused words of gold.

Songs of Heaven's glory were sung
And on every sweet word I hung
Until wee hours of the morning
I joined in harmony softly humming.

The gospel hymns from long ago,
Beautiful voices from that radio,
Memories yet sing through my mind
Easing this wearied heart of mine.

Songs of worship filled my head
Until I knew it was time for bed
And although it was time to go,
I dreaded turning off that radio.

I'm grown now and on my own
And problems can be full blown
But when tribulations turn to woe
I just listen to gospel music radio.



©Written by: Kenneth J. Ellison 05-27-05
 

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