Glory To God...

I was asked, last minute, to play the piano at one of my great aunt's funerals yesterday. So I rushed into the church wearing my ratty jean skirt and hoodie...and was escorted to a beautiful baby grand! Wow. It had perfect sound, even with me beating the thunder out of it. I played Amazing Grace, In the Garden, Softly and Tenderly, and a few other choruses, all the while wanting to break out in a pentecostal frenzy, and bust out in some good ol black gospel. I refrained. Next funeral I'm playing "Goin Up Yonder"...and I'm singing it...even if I'm not asked. Especially if I'm on a baby grand again. (and I don't need a mic)