This church
Just walking thru those church doors I feel joy within my heart. And smiles on greeter’s faces Makes me feel that I’m a part! There are saints and there are sinners; There are meek and there are brave; There are teachers; there are learners; Some who falter; some who save. Some who speak and some are quiet Some are always singing, too. Some who ask to be forgiven Some who don’t know what to do. There are some who are in sorrow And feeling pain inside. Some are lonely and unhappy Missing someone who has died. There are some who come each Sunday And ...