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