'til the Final Curtain

(To Joe and Sandra Hudson) The lights dim, why am I so grim? I just get nervous about singing to Him. The projector illuminates the screen with words to sing. We pray that God will shine through our voices, I know when we sing He rejoices. Sandra starts us with the steady rhythym of her bass, the peace of God shows on her face. Joe and I help complete the vibe, together we get the air alive. Alive with music, it's a beautiful sound, I know we encourage our small crowd. Terry gets the beats down, on his set of drums, sometimes we joke around, when we miss it, for awhile to come. But we are so much better, than we used to be, 'cause then Sandra didn't play the bass, and I was afraid to sing. Now I know more chords than Joe (let's keep this between us, you know?). They're a little bit country, Terry and I are mostly rock and roll, but diversity keeps us moving forward. And more of this band than just part, God is the complete and total heart. 'Til the final curtain.