Freeburn was a very small country town That boasted two churches for prayer Being the daughter of a Baptist preacher Mother always took us kids there Our Uncle Ewell and Aunt Sadie Rice Attended the Church of God by the creek Mother oftentimes let us go with them We went to Sunday School there each week Oh, how we loved the preaching and shouting The old hymns that everyone would sing By the music of an old upright piano Our voices seemed to make the rafters ring Though different, I enjoyed two churches equally And felt the presence of God in each place Everyone read and followed the same Bible And God meted out the same loving grace At times, we get a little nostalgic Remembering religion in the "old time" way It matters not the building or the name For God's the same no matter where we pray Kathleen McCoy Eldridge© July 19, 2007 All Rights Reserved





 


For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them.

Matthew 18:20 - (KJV)



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