Every Sunday morning, we would hear the church bells ring,
Calling all the people, out to worship, once again.
People came from miles around, they'd all join in and sing,
Glory, Hallelujah, praise and honor, to the King.
The music was so powerful, it made the rafters ring,
The good old gospel hymns, young and old alike would sing.
We knew as we were singing, There's Power In The Blood,
It was the same loving power, that brought Noah, through the flood.
All Hail The Power Of Jesus' Name, was a favorite hymn,
And we could feel His presence, as we'd stand up and sing.
When the service finally ended, our hearts were full of joy,
For we were happy, singing, loving praises, to our Lord.
We came away from worship, with a sense of peace,
That lingered ever with us, as we journeyed week to week.
We knew that God was with us, guiding us along,
From those good old gospel meetings, forever on and on.
Those good old gospel meetings, have fallen by the way,
But, we'll forever worship God, each and every day,
In a more modern style, but God will never change,
He'll always be, our loving Heavenly Father, praise His name.
©Jeannette E. Smith
June 27, 2002
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