Little White Church Poem by Lagaya Evans

Little White Church

Rating: 5.0


That little white church
Where I use to go
Where I first met Jesus
And he saved my soul

It's still standing
The whites faded to gray
The alters still there
Where I learned to pray

We would wave our fans
When the nights were hot
Thanking the Lord
For what we've got

The old hymnals
In the back of the pew
It seemed we sung them all
Before we were through

The floor now creeks
And the windows are broke
It still stands
Where I use to go

That old church
Will someday be gone
But the life I found
Will forever live on

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Brian Dorn 22 April 2006

Lagaya, you've painted a beautiful picture of how meaningful this Church was/is to you! I'm sure there are many lives who will forever live on thanks to that Little White Church and Who it represents! Brian

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Con Nie 13 April 2006

Another heartfelt poem by you. Very pleasant. Sincerely, Connie Webb

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