A voice that graced the airwaves has
found its golden tone. He’s in the
chorus of the King and sings around
the throne.
No difficulty, pain, or stress can strain
the chords while there, but freedom
notes its brand new song, which none
can quite compare.
Where once he read the pages of the
victory at the tomb, he’s now inside
the halls of faith in Hebrews cheering
room.
The voice is silent nevermore; the song
will n’er grow old. How grand that
Danny’s voice and heart are heard
on streets of gold.