Freewill Poem by T.L. Toadvine
Freewill
Freewill Pentecostal Church
Is a Plain White Box
On the Side of the Road
It don't Look much like a Church
'Cept being White as the Driven Snow
That being Said it ain't Easy
For Freewill to Stay that Way
It's just down The Road
From a Coal Mine
And the Big Trucks run all day
I say a Little Prayer each Time I Pass
Freewill ~ and Always Will
For across The Road
Lay my Gracie
Asleep upon The Hill
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