When young I used to go to church
and loved to hear the preacher speak
I longed to learn God's word
and with my heart his will to seek

I listened to the voice of
The Holy Spirit as he spoke
I longed to do my Savior's will
When alone and my spirit broke

I longed to have my loved ones
and my children by my side
I still think it will be worth it all
When I get across that swelling tide

Help me love some people again
Like I used to love back then
The love that the Holy Spirit
put in my heart for my dear kin

Jesus said his mother and brothers
Are they that do his will
With whom the world does not care
But I do love them still

I thank the Lord for all the
times I had at church
for that is where we met
and the Spirit my soul did search

I'm not ashamed to say that
I love that old church bell
For Jesus said 'If you love me, '
You'll love your brother as well


(Written in memory of my first country church I went to when I got saved)

John 13: 13 By this shall all men know that ye are my disciples, if ye have love one to another.


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Cindy Wyatt

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