The Old Hymns

Son?" Then smiled and took it back.
I brought her the old blue Bible,
The one with the torn red spine.
She touched my face like a stranger,
Then called me by my name.
And I sing, I sing what she sang to me.
When her voice gets lost, I carry the melody.
I sing, I sing through the trembling air.
If she can't hold the words, I'll hold them there.
Sing the old hymns, sing the old hymns.
When she forgets, I remember them.
Sing the old hymns, sing the old hymns.
Lord, keep her close when the years give in.
She used to lead at the table with a spoon and a plate.
Now some days the silver morning slips away from her faith.