That little white church <br />Where I use to go <br />Where I first met Jesus <br />And he saved my soul <br /> <br />It's still standing <br />The whites faded to gray <br />The alters still there <br />Where I learned to pray <br /> <br />We would wave our fans <br />When the nights were hot <br />Thanking the Lord <br />For what we've got <br /> <br />The old hymnals <br />In the back of the pew <br />It seemed we sung them all <br />Before we were through <br /> <br />The floor now creeks <br />And the windows are broke <br />It still stands <br />Where I use to go <br /> <br />That old church <br />Will someday be gone <br />But the life I found <br />Will forever live on<br /><br />Lagaya Evans<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-white-church/
