rooted in the rich soil of “Guide Me, Thou Great Jehovah;"
“Yes, Jesus Loves Me”. . .
blossomed before a small crowd.
Vocal ranges and rifts penetrated beyond the walls of
to private Ipods
and majestic arenas teeming with adoring crowds,
beyond Newark’s borders and American ports.
It flourished to full maturity.
We inhaled its fragrance for two decades.
it returned to the old hope of “Yes. . ..
and finally back to the altar of Newark’s New Hope,