TM ( / England)

Little White Church

That little white church
Where I use to go
Where I first met Jesus
And he saved my soul

It's still standing
The whites faded to gray
The alters still there
Where I learned to pray

We would wave our fans
When the nights were hot
Thanking the Lord
For what we've got

The old hymnals
In the back of the pew
It seemed we sung them all
Before we were through

The floor now creeks
And the windows are broke
It still stands
Where I use to go

That old church
Will someday be gone
But the life I found
Will forever live on

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Comments (18)

Your words take me to the world of fantasy and the result I feel relax.10+++
A posy of wild flowers held up to her nose Long pixie slippers curl over her toes Rachel Ann Butler
It is indeed a fairy tale. VIvidly painted in my mind as i read along with it. Thank you for sharing :)
a wonder trip through the rabbit hole, beautifully painted with resonant imagery
you painted a miraculous fantasy world for Tinkerbel to play in.., T, i love it!
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