Childhood memories from so long ago
With favorite ones remembered so clearly
Selective memory lets us pick and choose
The glorious ones we tend to hold so dearly
My sometimes clouded mind reflects oftentimes
And, even with aging, I hope it always will
Enjoyable thoughts come at restless times
And take me to a little church on a hill
A family of twelve, we turned a head or two
When we all traipsed through the church house door
There was so much love and generosity there
In an area where most people were poor
A bunch of countrified folks just serving the Lord
And friendships that lasted their whole lives long
I like to think that God smiled down on us all
And gave us gifts of fellowship, music and song
We had revivals, homecoming and dinners on the ground
And we young ones went to Vacation Bible School
It just seemed natural being brought up in the church
God's love and guidance became our most precious tools
So much time has passed and many loved ones have gone
I know they're waiting there on Heaven's bright shore
Where Jesus has gone to prepare a place for us all
And sad partings will come nevermore
My heart still recalls so many wonderful times
And, to this day, it gives my soul a thrill
Still hearing the preaching, praying, shouting and singing
In that little country church on the hill
Kathleen McCoy Eldridge©
October 8, 2007
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