Hey, Freda: I posted words to a song that I wrote about the morning sunlight in response to a post of yours on the Today Is Beautiful thread..

You mention the song, When I Get To Glory, Ron. Early on, not long after I started the Messengers, Frankie's sister-in-law died and his brother asked us to sing at her funeral. It was held in a very small church, and we sang with our backs against the casket at the front of the church. We sang When I Get To Glory, and some of the women got up and started dancing in the pews and into the aisles. I'd never experienced anything like that, but it seemed right.. it's a joyful song. As you've heard, the rhythm shifts abruptly between verses and the chorus. I've never written a song like that, but it's the way it happened. When we sing it. people start clapping enthusiastically during the chorus, and then the verse is very slow.. I didn't mean it to be frustrating to clap to. You can imagine dancing to it... kinda like shifting back and forth between the Charleston and a waltz. That didn't create any problem at the funeral, though. During the verses, the women would just move very slowly and expressively, and then joyfully during the chorus.

Whatever moves you..

Jerry