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| That Old Country Church
The steeple was leaning, the doors were ajar the memories of that Old Country Church were never too far, My parents would go and show me the way to learn about Jesus and learn how to pray, We sing the old hymns at the top of voice to bring praise and glory to our number one choice, When problems arose I'd kneel and say I pray to you Jesus thanks for this day, My parents have died but the memories they gave me could not be undone, Now that I'm grown with a family and home I set an example to each of my own, I teach them the things that my parents had said, "Believe in Jesus for he is not dead." The memories are there I didn't have to search I thank the Lord Jesus for That Old Country Church. |
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| My Parents, one brother and I at the church that Dad was pastoring |
