The warm morning sun chanted the lenten Alleluia, as the Priest strode and occupied his seat after saying the opening prayer. The Mass continued. Two mass servers showed up and took the mandatory bow, then turned and waited for the Lector.
I almost didn't notice her small frame swing from the seat just behind the choir. Tear-drops adorned her beautiful face and she moved, yet, she wore a terrific smile. Carefully, she stood in between the two waiting servers, they all bowed towards the altar in unison, and turned, towards the lecten.
Her slim legs wobbled as she crawled at a quick pace. Her arms were confused as to how best to be positioned. The tears welled up again and dropped visibly as she flipped through the pages of the huge lectionary. She found the reading.
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THEN, with a voice as smooth as the Scottish bag.pipe, she intoned the Psalm.
"MAY YOUR LOVE LORD BE UPON US, AS WE PUT OUR TRUST IN YOU".
My fingers furnished the church with the required accompaniment, the sound of the piano. Tears waited just beneath my eye lids as she sang, smiling. That intonation touched the very depths of my heart...and i knew, that GOD is here!
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