Singin' to the Lord | A 100 Word Story

#555 | IV The Papaw | Rhythm and Soul Tarot

Today on Erica Drayton Writes, the Prompt is patriarch!
Write a 100 word story.
And tag me if you take up the challenge.

Every night I grab my staff and direct the choir. In front of the house my family gather to sing. My maw lookin’ pretty as I remember. She sings to the Lord. My paw stands next to her, holding her hand. He sings to the Lord. My little brother smiles and my heart soars to hear him also sing to the Lord.

One day I’ll join them. And when I do. My voice will bring us all that much closer to the Lord. But till then I walk on up to their graves and cry my tears to the Lord.

No, the circle won't be broken
Bye and bye, Lord, bye and bye ...
Daddy'll sing bass, Mama'll sing tenor
Me and little brother will join right in there
In the sky, Lord, in the sky

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