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‘Twas the night before worship, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
Yet when to worship I went, what I did find there, were two little ear plugs, there for my care.
I hustled and bustled, and went to my seat, ear plugs in hand, and into my ears discreet.
The music it rang, oh with such a clatter, all those around wondered, what was the matter.
I hoped and I prayed, that the sound would subside, so that God’s spirit, would sit by my side.
I found that regardless, the height of the sound, that my heart found its home, in the slightest of sounds.
The sounds grew much louder, the bass ever so loud, that my feet could hardly, stay on the ground.
But then I remembered, that God often speaks, in a still small voice, which sent me him to seek.
My church says right out, that we like it loud, but for me it is more, than should be allowed.
My search found the sound, that cared for my ears, and helped soothe my heart, of its decibel fears.”
