The place were I first hear a church bell.
A little white church house filled with love,
people back then sang like a dove sent from Heaven above.
An old time preacher who did not care to line out his congregation.
I can still see him take his station,
he was short but stood tall in my eyes.
The call came to give your life to God.
I felt the Lord touch me with his rod.
Here in this little white church
I fell on my knees and gave my life to God.
This is a fall I made a long time ago in my life.
This decision keeps me walking towards
a light in my heart and a soul that guides me on,
with a conscience of what is right and wrong.
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