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
