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Singing Even More....

A friend from our ward stopped by today to say that her father wasn't doing well and they were putting him in Hospice care. She was supposed to sing a solo thursday night, just as I am. She asked if I would learn her song and sing it as well. So today I'm singing, singing, singing trying to get it right.
This is the song. It's also from Women at the Well.

Foolish Or Wise

Ten virgins fair waiting there
closed doors left five behind
All had been called, but some unprepared

Foolish or Wise

Two sisters serving
the Master's needs
One chose to heed her heart
She sat at His feet and heard every word

The better part

Foolish or wise
real or disguised
every soul free to choose
flesh or divine
foolish or wise

The guilty came judging, accusing her
Their sins turned their hearts to stone
“Go, sin no more” His love implored

the stones fell unthrown

Foolish or wise
real or disguised
every soul free to choose
flesh or divine
foolish or wise

foolish or wise
shadows or light
every soul free to choose
anguish or light
foolish or wise

While I was belting out the song, the Jehovah's Witnesses came knocking on my door. Two young women who've knocked here before. I let them in. We sat talking about scriptures and discovered that one of them, April, had taken Spanish with my Stephanie. Small world. They were nice girls and I know how difficult it is to knock on a stranger's door to speak to them about their faith. I'm sure they'll be back.


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His eyes half open

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His choices my jury

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