THE LITTLE WHITE CHURCH
There’s a little, white church that stands on a hill,
In memories of yesterdays, I see it still.
I hear all the old hymns we used to sing
And echoing through time, the bell still rings.
I see family and friends all gathered there
With heads humbly bowed in fervent prayer.
I see the preacher, as before the altar he stands
Holding God’s book, reverently, in his hands.
"Just As I Am", came the altar call
On the day I bent down and gave Jesus my all.
Now sixty years have come and past
Since I entered through those doors last.
Gone are the voices that used to sing
And gone is the bell that used to ring,
But the little, white church still stands on the hill
And etched within my memory, it always will.
©2002 Lora Cox
The picture above is titled, Precious Memories and is almost an exact replica of the church I attended as a child and where I gave my heart to the Lord. Precious Memories INDEED!
Art work Copyright© by Paula Vaughan
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