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Poem: The Old Church Sweetwater Baptist

Posted: August 21, 2012 - 3:47pm  |  Updated: August 21, 2012 - 4:25pm


You’ll notice a smile on the old church’s face

As you enter through its doors

It’s homecoming and her children

Have come back home once more


And that really makes her happy

As she greets them one and all

And a tear of joy rolls down her face

For they have heard God’s call


And some will share their stories, perhaps of some lost soul

Who knelt down at her altar and came back to the fold

For indeed that is her purpose, to reach out to the lost

And to show the love of Jesus and to point to that old cross

Now some may say she’s a ripe old age

She’s one hundred eighty years young you know

But her mission’s high and her spirit’s true

So those years don’t really show


So we thank you all for being here.

If the church could talk she’d say

And God bless all my children

The old church then would pray



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