THE ORGAN IN CLIFTY CHURCH Florence Rowland In a beautiful church by the side of the road, A little band met to worship the Lord. The singing was sweet; the sermon inspiring, What more could the heart of man desiring? But alas that a cloud should darken their sky, The ladies decided an organ to buy, So the girls with smiles and words sweet as honey, Began at once to raise the money. At last the expected day rolled around, In the beautiful church, the organ did sound. But alack and alas, the neighbors are saying, That all the young ladies want to do the playing. In fact it caused so much trouble and pain, It exhausted the patience of good Elder Grain, In-so-much that at his next call, He turned the organ to the wall. But sister Mary with might and main, She turned the organ around again, And commanded her daughter to come and play, But one old Deacon now had his say. He said it brought evil instead of good, And he’d a mind to chop it into kindlin’ wood. He had wanted to sell it but no-one would buy it, Because in the church, it had caused such a riot. Another sister used words hot and warning, So brother Crain made a call the next morning, And long and earnestly he did pray, That she repent of her evil way. But instead of repenting, as he did hope, She gave her passion a wider scope, And becoming angrier more than ever, Said she’d hear him preach no more, - never! Now who is wrong and who is right? The brothers and sisters are in a sad plight, So we ask good Christians everywhere, To take it to the Lord in prayer.