Stories, opinions, facts, convictions, and lessons learned from a small town farm girl.

Monday, August 1, 2011

Little Mountain Church House

At our church in Viney Grove, Arkansas, we have a sing and picnic every Sunday their is a 5th Sunday in that month.

Yesterday, we heard a bluegrass band called New Highway and they sang a song that really "hit home."  'The Little Mountain Church' reminded me so strongly of the Methodist church I grew up in and that "it was there in that little mountain church house I first heard the Words I base my life upon."


Tiny country churches were the cornerstone in so many folks' lives that are in the rural communities across America.  And I know that with listening to that song just once, so many of us can be taken back to what I really good in our lives.

There's a little mountain church in my thoughts of yesterday
Where friends and family gathered for the Lord
Where an ol' fashioned preacher taught the straight and narrow way
For what few coins the congregation could afford

Dressed in all our Sunday best, we sat on pews of solid oak
and I remember how our voices filled the air
How Mama sounded like an angel on those high soprano notes
and "When the Roll is Called Up Yonder I'll Be There"

Looking back now that little mountain church house
Has become my lifes cornerstone
It was there in that little mountain church house
I first heard the words I based my life upon

At the all day Sunday singing, with dinner on the ground
Many were the souls that were revived
While the brothers and the sisters who've gone on to Gloryland
Slept in peace in the maple grove nearby
 
 

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