When I was just a little girl
No older than eight or nine
I remembering going into church
We were always right on time
Handshakes and hugs were always in order
And "How do you do's" were always said
Then just as the old piano began to play
Feelings of blessings began to spread
A little old pastor gave out a page number
All picked up their hymnal ..thumbing through
They sang the old songs so soft and sweet
Amazing Grace ..along with others too.
One thing I loved in that old time church
Was colored windows on each of the walls
The sun beams shown through so colorful
Rays of beauty all the way to the halls.
The little old church no longer stands,
Progress has taken its pace
And now a much larger church is there
But colored windows they did not replace.
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