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In the silence of this moment in a country church I stand.
It was here forefathers met You. It was here they took Your Hand.
In these wooden pews they listened to the words You did impart.
It was kneeling at this altar each one freely gave his heart.
Simple weddings began lives here. Tears bid cherished ones good bye.
Growing children learned the Bible, ‘Jesus Loves Me’ side by side.
Now this little church stands empty in the shadows of tall trees,
but the names of those who worshipped here are whispered in the breeze.
Sending arrows to the future this small church has left its mark.
Once busy roads lay barren. Urban drift has done its work.
But roots and wings abound here. Some things can never die.
Though walls and roofs may crumble, true faith remains alive.
In the silence of this moment in a country church I stand.
It was here my father met you. It was here my faith began.
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