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    "Trouble In The Amen Corner" Lyrics

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    (Archie Campbell)

    (Rock of ages cleft for me.)

    It was a stylish congregation
    You could see they'd been around
    And they had the biggest pipe organ
    Of any church in town.

    But over in the Amen Corner of that church
    Sat Brother Ira
    And he insisted every Sunday
    On singing in the choir.

    His voice was cracked and broken
    Age had touched his vocal chords
    And nearly every Sunday
    He'd get behind and miss the words.

    Well, at last the storm cloud burst
    And the church was told in vine
    That Brother Ira must stop his singing
    Or the choir was gonna resign.

    So the pastor appointed a committee
    I think it was three or four
    And they got their big fine car
    And drove up to Ira's door.

    They found the choir's great trouble
    Sittin' in an old arm chair
    And the summer's golden sunbeams
    Lay upon his snow white hair.

    Said York we're here dear Brother
    With the best resapprobation
    To discuss a little matter
    That affects the congregation.

    Now it was our understanding
    When we bargained for the chair
    That they were to relieve us
    That is they'd do the singin' for us.

    Now we don't want no singin'
    Except what we've bought
    The newest tunes are all the rage
    The old ones stand for nought.

    And so we have decided
    Are you listenin' Brother Ira
    You'll have to stop your singin'
    It's messin' up our choir.

    The old man raised his head
    A sign that he did hear
    And on his cheek the three men
    Caught the glitter of a tear.

    His feeble hands pushed back the locks
    As white as silky snow
    And he answered the committee
    In a voice both soft and low.

    I've sung the songs of David
    Nearly eighty years said he
    They've been my staff and comfort
    All along life's dreary way.

    I'm sorry if I disturbed the choir
    I guess I'm doin' wrong
    But when my heart is filled with praise
    I can't hold back a song.

    I wonder if beyond the tide
    That's breaking at my feet
    In that far off heavenly temple
    Where my Master I shall meet.

    Yes, I wonder if when I try to sing
    The songs of God up higher
    I wonder if they'll kick me out
    Up there for singin' in Heaven's choir.

    A silence filled the little room
    The old man bowed his head
    The committee went on back to town
    But Brother Ira was dead.

    Oh, the choir missed him for a while
    But he was soon forgot
    And a few church goers watched the door
    But the old man entered not.

    Far away his voice is sweet
    And he sings his heart's desire
    Where there are no church committees
    And no fashionable choirs.

    (Let me hide myself in Thee...)
    This song was submitted on July 30th, 2009 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/atv Music Publishing Llc.
    Written by Archie Campbell.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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