There’s a little old church~
That sets down the road,
It's where my grandpa went~
And got saved I was told.
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It has no fancy windows~
Or even air conditioning,
There's only five in the choir~
But Lord how they can sing.

It's not very big or fancy~
There's no big band that plays,
No speakers or microphones~
But we all hear just the same.
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You know our old preacher~
Doesn't jump around or even yell,
He teaches from that old bible~
About salvation, heaven and hell.

You see I don't think God cares~
About all of that fancy stuff,
All that really matters to him~
Is on Sunday that we all show up...
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© Jeffrey Paul Guest
June 18, 2004