Little White Church
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Little white church
Rising steeple, praying
Stretched toward the heavens
Praises lifted high, exalting
Breathe of holy fires
Burning away the darkness
With His inspiration
His light, insight, grace
Little white church
Hands folded, applauding
Raised in prayer, yearning
Erasing every doubt, each question
All the darkness that obscures
Hopes in shadows of dread
Silhouettes of devastation and ruin
Little white church
Pure, wholesome, graceful
Washed by the crimson flow
From the One who is alive
His presence warm with blessings
Hues of faith, hope and love
From a glorious Savior, the Son
Who made a way amid the grief
Reassured, enlightened, relieved
Little white church
Steeple climbing toward the sky
High above, raised to heights
Reflecting the comfort of a passion
Thriving, surviving every suspicion
Releasing the soul to breathe
Sing and sigh, silencing every reservation
With joy that reflects the sacredness
Beyond these walls and pews
Devoutness, devotion to the One
Who stirs flames of compassion,
Wonders that abide on the inside
Where His spirit is fully alive
Little white church
Open your doors, your heart
So we can enter into your house
Discover the music of acceptance
The gentleness of His protection
The love that gives the soul direction!
Little white church
Never forget – it is His presence
That makes you so unique and special
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2022
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