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There's a little, white church on a hill
With the steeple still attached
When all those cars drive by
They don't know what they just passed
There’s no fancy signs, one service time
And the doors always unlocked
It's the first place that I saw the hand of God
So you couldn't tell me there wasn't healing in those walls
You couldn't tell me that angels didn't walk those halls
On a Wednesday night or Sunday morning
We didn't have much, but Jesus loved it
If you wanna know why I am the way I am
It's the church I grew up in
There were tear stains still in the carpet
And communion in the back
No one there was perfect
But we all tried our best
And the mothers' prayers still in the air
For the ones who've walked away
And the only thing that kept us
Was God's grace
So you couldn't tell me that there wasn't healing in those walls
You couldn't tell me that angels didn't walk those halls
On a Wednesday night, Sunday morning
We didn't have much, but Jesus loved it
If you wanna know why I am the way I am
It's the church I grew up in
(Hm)
From wedding vows to funerals
The church bells, they still ring
It's where l learned the gospel
And my mom taught me to sing
You can try to tell me
That the church isn't alive today
But I know that it is
So I'll tell my kids
There is healing in these walls
There's angels dancing down these halls
If it's a Wednesday night, Sunday morning
You don't need much cause Jesus loves it
If you wanna know where my history began
If you wanna know why I am the way I am
It's that church I grew up in
