The Church I Grew Up In

There’s a little white church in Georgia With the steeple still attached When all those cars drive by They don’t know what they just passed No fancy signs, one service time, and the doors are always unlocked It’s the first place that I saw the hand of God You couldn’t tell me there wasn’t healing in those walls You couldn’t tell me angels didn’t walk those halls On a Wednesday night and 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’s tear stains in the carpet Communion in the back No one there was perfect, but we all tried our best Mothers' prayers still in the air for the ones who’ve walked away The only thing that always kept us was God’s grace From wedding vows to funerals The church bells they still ring It’s where I 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 it is So I’ll tell my kids