The Church On The Hill
The church on the hill where my family goes.
Where the love of God always bestows.
People go there from far and near.
They might sit in the front,and they might sit in the rear.
The people are so friendly,and full of love .
Sometimes you think they were sent from heaven above.
From the preacher to the deacons,and from the young to the old.
To that wonderful choir singing the story untold.
There's so many things that i could say about each one.
About how they have touched my life and what they have done.
So if you ever have a chance to go to the church on the hill.
I promise you this Gods love and kindess you will fill.
Where the love of God always bestows.
People go there from far and near.
They might sit in the front,and they might sit in the rear.
The people are so friendly,and full of love .
Sometimes you think they were sent from heaven above.
From the preacher to the deacons,and from the young to the old.
To that wonderful choir singing the story untold.
There's so many things that i could say about each one.
About how they have touched my life and what they have done.
So if you ever have a chance to go to the church on the hill.
I promise you this Gods love and kindess you will fill.
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