Ben Hur Arkansas

I've been a lot of places in this land, From sea to shining sea. There's a place in the hills of Arkansas That means more than them all to me, A little wildwood church where people meet To praise the Lord above. They don't have a lot of money, But they're rich in a thing called love You'll see a friendly smile upon each face The moment you walk in. They'll make you feel so loved and right at home, That you'll want to go back again. They will pour you out a cup of kindness And hospitality; Then they'll take you home and feed you, And they'll treat you like family. You're always more than welcome; There's no lock upon the door. There's preaching and singing and praising the Lord, And they know what the altar's for. Don't look for a grand cathedral, Standing proud and tall; It’s a humble little church, beside the road, At Ben Hur Arkansas.