Churches

Little Country Churches

One of my favorite things is little country churches.  Although I have always been in a big city church, there is something appealing to me about these simple churches.  The local church is defined as a local assembly of believers or a congregation that meets together physically for worship, fellowship, teaching, prayer and encouragement in the faith (Hebrews 10:25).  At the local church level, we are able to live in relationship with other believers—we break bread together (Communion), pray for each other, disciple, and strengthen one another. At the same time, all believers are members of the universal church. The universal church is made up of every single person who has exercised faith in Jesus Christ for salvation, including members of every local church body throughout the earth (1 Corinthians 12:13; Ephesians 1:22-23).

I also love little church birdhouses.  I have several in my yard.  It makes me happy to look out my window and see those little houses.  It reminds me every day that I have so many blessings to be thankful for.

One of my favorite memories growing up was staying with my relatives in the country and waking up on Sunday mornings to the aroma of bacon frying and the sounds of gospel music in the background.  Those recollections still warm my heart to this day as they bring to mind family, stability, and love, especially God's love for us.

  Little Country Church Lyrics

Little country church on the edge of town

Doo-do- do-dn-do-do-do

People comin' everyday from miles around

For meetin's and for Sunday school

And it's very plain to see

It's not the way it used to be

Preacher isn't talkin' 'bout religion no more

He just wants to praise the Lord

People aren't as stuffy as they were before

They just want to praise the Lord

And it's very plain to see

It's not the way it used to be

{ From: http://www.elyrics.net }

They're talkin' 'bout revival and the need for love

That little church has come alive

Workin' with each other for the common good

Puttin' all the past aside

Long hair, short hair, some coats and ties

People finally comin' around

Lookin' past the hair and straight into the eyes

People finally comin' around

And it's very plain to see

It's not the way it used to be

Lyrics from "http://www.elyrics.net

 by Chuck Girard

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=4bAlE3Y2MAk

 

Little Country Church

There's a little country church,
on a hill outside of town.
The paint is cracked and peeling,
and the ceiling's sagging down.
It's not a grand cathedral,
but God's Spirit dwells within;
and it offers a sweet refuge,
from the outside world of sin.

There's no fancy stained glass windows,
or gold upon the door.
The pews are scarred and battered,
and there's scuff marks on the floor.
But there's no place this side of heaven,
where you know I'd rather be,
than that little country church,
where God's Spirit speaks to me.

O, that little country church
has been weathered by the years.
And it's seen its share of sorrow,
and its seen its share of tears.
There's been many won to Jesus,
who've rejected sin and shame,
in that little country church,
where everybody knows your name.

In that little country church,
I feel God's Spirit close to me.
And the warmth of being sheltered,
in a loving family.
And the door is always open,
if you truly seek His will,
and the void within a sinful heart,
the Holy Ghost will fill.

In that little country church,
I know that someday I will lie.
Within an open coffin
so my friends can say goodbye,
But I'll be lookin down from heaven,
when they lay me neath the sod,
and there'll be no tearful mourning,
for they'll know I'm home with God.

© Fred Parker. All rights reserved, 6 years ago

	This Little Country Church No building yet ordained by God to call our very own No house to come and fellowship with Jesus on the throne But the Lord, He will provide through His mercy and His grace We are gathered here today, praising Jesus in this place We walked together in the sunshine, held hands in the rain Sharing smiles, drying tears, every triumph, every pain Even in the darkest valley, God brought the victory And this little country church is like a home to me We may kneel down at the altar, in reverence to the King Or stand and shout hallelujah, lift our hands and start to sing Good preaching and gospel music, no place I'd rather be Than sheltered in the arms of God, Rock of Ages, cleft for me Great cathedrals have their purpose in God's kingdom Many temples help His work to carry on But it's here, dear Lord, I feel so close to heaven This little country church is like my home Iris Harden Brooks, USA

Enjoy your Sunday!

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