Jim Reeves - Trouble In The Amen Corner Lyrics
It was a stylish congregation you could see they'd been aroundAnd they had the biggest pipe organ of any church in townBut over in the Amen Corner of that church sat Brother AyerAnd he insisted every Sunday on singing in the choir.His voice was cracked and broken age had touched his vocal chordsAnd nearly every Sunday he'd get behind and miss the wordsWell, the choir got so flustered the church was told in fineThat Brother Ayer must stop his singing or the choir was going to resign.So the pastor appointed a committee. I think it was three or fourAnd they got in their big fine cars and drove up to Ayer's doorThey find the choir's great trouble sittin' there in an old arm chairAnd the summer's golden sunbeams lay upon his snow white hair.Said York we're here dear Brother with the vestries approbationTo discuss a little matter that affects the congregationNow it seems that your voice has interfered with the choirSo if you'll just lay out are you listening Brother Ayer.The old man raised his head a sign that he had hearAnd on his cheek the three men caught the glitter of a tearHis feeble hands pushed back the locks as white as silky snowAnd he answered the committee in a voice both soft and low.I wonder if beyond the tide that's breaking at my feetIn that far off heavenly temple where my Master and I shall meetYes, I wonder if when I try to sing the song of God up higherI wonder if they'll kick me out of there for singing in heaven's choir.A silence filled the little room and the old man bowed his headThe committee went on back to town but Brother Ayer was deadThe choir missed him for awhile but he was soon forgottenA few church goers watched the door but the old man entered not.Far away his voice is sweet and he sings his heart desireWhere are there no church committees and no fashionable choirs.Let me hide myself in Thee...
