It was Sunday, and
I had to sing once more,
but no voice came.
I thought of stuttering Moses,
who wondered why he had been
chosen; and of God, who said,
"I will be with thy mouth,
and teach thee...."
Then I was praying,
"Dear Father, here I am again,
where You told me to be.
You sing for me."
He did—and I for Him.
