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The show took place
on the old front porch,
The viewers were
family and friends
Showtime was set
for late afternoon,
Before twilight
set in.
The audience sat
on the lower steps,
The tiny Miss took
her place, center stage
Then, like an angel,
her voice rang out,
And a sweet song
to heaven was raised.
Folks who were not
perceptive,
And those who were
dull, with no dreams
Saw only a kid on
a porch,
For them that was
all to be seen.
But those who were
young or unjaded,
Perceived a beautiful
face,
And heard a full
throated song,
As sounds floated
upward through space.

No one noticed the
creaking floorboards,
Or how much the
old porch rail leaned,
Folks, in awe at
what they heard and saw,
Nothing else mattered,
it seemed.
As she sang aloud
to the eager crowd,
Amongst them, not
a whisper was heard,
Even the leaves
were hushed in the breeze,
And still were small,
warbling birds

What song was this
that made nature resist
Offering its own
earthly sounds?
Surely God's gift
to this innocent Miss
Was holding nature
itself spell-bound.
When her song was
done, she smiled and waved.
As with approval,
her audience cheered,
Her dog and cat
at attention sat,
As each cocked a
respective ear.

Lessons, perhaps,
for this talented lass?
Oh no! Let God's
gift be as it may,
Defined and refined,
as God designed,
No improvement could
ever be made.
A future on Broadway
... or in concert halls?
Just where would
this front porch lead?
Exactly what did
God have in mind?
What plan was tucked
up His sleeve?

He had His eye on
this little Miss,
Before the first
note of her song,
And when she sang
that day on the porch,
She was His protege
from then on.
What heart is not
touched by a melody?
And what soul's
not inspired by song?
What spirit's not
moved by an angel's voice? Ah!
No manner of man
is that strong!

I doubt this child
will ever know
The full power her
voice holds
Perhaps that's a
secret best kept by God,
As a part of His
plan for lost souls.
What must one do
to earn such a gift?
How does God so
decide?
Oh, He knows her
song is sung for Him,
And He is satisfied.

Virginia (Ginny)
Ellis Copyright December 2004
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a commentary from Ginny ~
This poem is
based on an early childhood memory
of Genelle Tennant, who grew up
to be one of the best loved Gospel
singers in the South and on the
Internet. Click on the picture of
her below to go to her Website and
hear her "grown-up," beautiful music
of today!
Please visit
Ginny's
Website to read more of her
beautiful poetry.
http://www.poetrybyginny.com

~
a note from Genelle ~
I want to humbly
thank Ginny Ellis with all my heart
and with tears in my eyes. No one
has ever done me the honor of writing
a poem inspired by a part of my
life. I was five years old when
I began 'singing on the front porch'
... pretending the world was a stage.
I did not know then that the desire
which burned within my heart to
sing had been put there by my Heavenly
Father and would lead me to sing
for Him all the rest of my life!
While I'm touched
to the depths of my heart, I can
only say that all I have been given
and every note I sing comes totally
by grace from HIM! I'm in awe of
the great gifts that our Lord bestows
on his creation. Even from the womb
He places His plans for us in motion
and endows us with talents to use
for Him and His people. I'm blessed
beyond measure to think that our
great and sovereign God would choose
me to sing. I love to sing His praises
and I pray that I will always represent
His love and grace as I sing. I
pray that He will always anoint
my voice and the words so they will
go out and accomplish that which
He has ordained. Amen!
God Bless you
all! And thank you for supporting
my music ministry with your prayers,
encouragement and love!
In Jesus' Love,
Genelle


"Patricia's Porch"
is provided courtesy of the artist
Marty Bell

Midi Performed by
Margi Harrell
And used here with her gracious
permission. Please feel free to
visit her wonderful site from the
link above. This midi along with
more wonderful compositions are
available at Ms. Harrell's site
on CDs. If you wish to use her music
on your personal web site you must
contact Ms. Harrell.
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