Lynda Dobbin-Turner - Little Church

Every stained glass tells a story
Of the folks who once belonged
The pictures and the tapestries
Remind us of the ones who've gone
And if these walls could tell their story
What a tale I know would be told
Of the little church that stands so proud
By the side of the road
The vows made and the promises
We watched sealed with a kiss
Tears shed as we said goodbye
To those we knew we'd miss
The voices of the choir raised
The bible stories told
In that little church that stands so proud
By the side of the road
A hundred years have come and gone
And a thousand things have changed
Everything we knew as truth before
It somehow still remains
How many generations now
Have watched their lives unfold
In that little church that stands so proud
By the side of the road
Now the congregation's smaller
Than it ever was before
And every year a few less people
Grace her open doors
But you will still find sanctuary
When the world turns harsh and cold
In that little church that stands so proud
By the side of the road
Side of the road

Written by:
Lynda Dobbin-Turner

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