T H A T     S O U N D


Of all the sounds I long to hear
Is the one I hold most dear

Be it toot or mighty blast
I've never heard it in the past

It is yet to come this wishful tone
The final sound to call us home

Will it be short or will it be long
Be it shrill  or like a song

While we wait and while we cope
That mighty sound is our hope

For all  who've past the test
Come on Gabe, give it your best.

      MARANATHA !

               T.H.