Our church is built, on a corner
of two streets called north and west.
Our pastor is truly, God’s anointed
And we class him, “One of the best.”
We are proud of our place of worship.
Although it is homely and rough
But God, meets us there in service.
And that in itself is enough.
Our numbers don’t run into thousands
Or yet into hundred’s ‘tis true
But God’s blessings aren’t always to numbers.
They are promised to a glorified few.
The benches we sat on were hard
Some discarded theater seats we found
And now in comfort we sit
While our Pastor the scriptures expound.
We are praying God will send a revival.
Such a one as we’ve never had before
And that many lost souls will be saved
And made ready to enter, Heaven’s door.
– by Calista Gregg Jones