Little Humble Church
Old man winter said hello
A voice that can often hurt
And a drifter looked down the road
Saw a little humble church.
Handcuffed to the Blizzard
Trying to make his way
A few were there to great him
Who would soon teach him to pray
The drifter said "I'm new in town
I'm only passing through
That storm outside is hateful
Can I be here with you? “
Then God in heaven looked below
Saw a little humble church
How often does he see us there
Helping those who hurt?
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