In the little white Church
nestled among the trees,
Many a ship wrecked sinner,
Found a haven on his knees!
For down at the altar, that special place,
God would impart His amazing grace!
In Churches back then,
Where folks would shout and pray,
It is virtually unheard of today!
Folks in most denominations would shout,
For, they knew what the Power of God was all
about!
Gone are the tent meetin' days we knew so well,
Where a stern faced preacher,
Would depict the horrors of hell!
Sinners by the numbers would weep and wail,
As they humbly made their way,
Down "the sawdust trail!'
After folks got saved it was not strange,
For them to make a complete change!
Hard hearted sinners would become meek,
And submit to baptism in a nearby creek!
Gone are the revivals of several weeks length,
Where the Church, the body of Christ,
Would renew their strength!
Gone are the days of "the healing line,"
Where folks found healing for body, spirit, and
mind!
The "Great Physician" would be called on the
case,
And diseases would be gone without leaving a
trace!
Friend, those days are in the past, but I give
God Praise,
For precious memories of those bygone days,
Yes, nowadays these happenings we rarely see,
But, God is the same!
So, the change is in you and me.
Robert F. Dotson © 2010
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