From my childhood days I recall a country church
Where my grandma and grandpa went to prayer every Sunday and Wednesday
They’d listen to the preacher preach and do their very best
To live their lives in Jesus name cause they knew that they’d be blessed.
Years have flown and the little church has had to close its doors
So many people moved away and the few just couldn’t afford
The windows all are boarded up and there’s a lock on every door
For now there’s only silence there’s no singing anymore.
Today I took a little walk down precious memory lane
To a little country church where I felt at home again
As I peeked inside a little crack on the old front wooden door
I could see an old worn hymn book that lay scattered on the floor.
I closed my eyes and thought I could hear them once again
I thought that I could hear someone say...someone say!
Come and join the people here down at the country church
Their singing praying rejoicing saying the Lord our God is good
I can hear them singing still today the precious hymns of faith
Amazing grace how sweet the sound and we are glory bound.