There’s a little white church in GeorgiaWith the steeple still attachedSlide:When all those cars drive byThey don’t know what they just passedNo fancy signs, one service time, and the doors are always unlockedIt’s the first place that I saw the hand of God
Slide:You couldn’t tell me there wasn’t healing in those wallsYou couldn’t tell me angels didn’t walk those hallsOn a Wednesday night and Sunday morningWe didn’t have much, but Jesus loved itIf you wanna know why I am the way I amIt’s the church I grew up in
Slide:There’s tear stains in the carpetCommunion in the backNo one there was perfect, but we all tried our bestMothers' prayers still in the air for the ones who’ve walked awayThe only thing that always kept us was God’s grace
Slide:From wedding vows to funeralsThe church bells they still ringIt’s where I learned the gospelAnd my mom taught me to singYou can try to tell me that the church isn’t alive todayBut I know it isSo I’ll tell my kids
Slide:There is healing in these wallsThere’s angels dancing down these hallsIf it’s Wednesday night or Sunday morningWe don’t need much, ‘cause Jesus loves itIf you wanna know where my history beganIf you wanna know why I am the way I amIt’s the church I grew up in
