The Little Grey Church
Poem by Ysabel Greenway
The little grey church stands proud and still
Lord of the land at the top of the hill
Reflecting on christenings that have taken place here
Farewell to loved ones when we part with a tear
A beautiful Bride in her gown of white
A stained glass window letting in God's light
Words and hymns, the sound of a choir
The whisper of prayers to express our desire
Wealth isn't important our dreams to fulfill
In the Little Grey church that stands on the hill.
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