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There's a little, white church,
Just south of the tracks,
Where I used to go with my Jim.
Each Sunday night,
We'd sit in the back,
And listen to The Sweet Jesus Hymn.
I'd close my eyes,
He'd hold my hand,
And we'd dream of our Home in the sky.
When Sweet Jesus would come,
And take us with Him,
To meet with our Father On high.
At this little, white church,
Just a few weeks ago,
An Angel came down for my Jim.
That Sunday night,
My Jim left me alone
To the sound of The Sweet Jesus Hymn.
I closed my eyes,
Held on to his hand,
As he went to our Home in the sky,
Sweet Jesus, I asked,
Please take me with him,
To meet with our Father on high.
To that little, white church,
Just south of the tracks,
I now go alone, without Jim.
Each Sunday night,
I sit in the back,
And listen to The Sweet Jesus Hymn.
I close my eyes,
Reach out for his hand,
And I think of him Home in the sky,
Sweet Jesus, I pray,
Look after my Jim,
As he sits with our Father on high.
There's a little, white church,
Just south of the tracks,
Where I used to go with my Jim.
Each Sunday night,
We'd sit in the back,
And listen to The Sweet Jesus Hymn.
© 1999 Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
There's a church in the valley by the wildwood,
No lovelier place in the dale.
No place is so dear to my childhood,
As the little brown church in the dale.
Oh, come, come, come, come,
Come to the church in the wildwood,
Oh, come to the church in the dale.
No spot is so dear to my childhood.
As the little brown church in the vale.
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