the second Sunday in December,
Miss Maddy Jones came to town.
She came to testify, to praise the Lord
her voice in joyful praise.
Miss Maddy Jones was not well dressed,
though, no doubt, she wore her Sunday best.
Her face was as dark, and deeply wrinkled
as the well worn Bible she clutched so tight.
Miss Maddy Jones greeted
one and all.
with, a toothless smile and open heart.
She shuffled slowly up to the front,
where she took a seat
in the closest pew.
Miss Maddy Jones could not hear well,
but her mind was filled with joyous hymns
ago songs no one else knew.
The congregation paid no attention.
The Reverend Doctor in his holy vestments
dutifully read his
well rehursed message,
and visibly flinched each and every time
Miss Maddy Jones spoke up and said, Amen
the benediction and the final song,
Miss Maddy Jones walked up the aisle,
Praising the Lord, totally unaware,
were all embarrassed that she was there.