OH, HOW I LOVE THE OLD SONGS!
Often times in
memory I go,
To the little church on the hill,
And a place in time
that I love so,
And I know I always will!
We’d sing those good old
gospel songs,
From the bottom of our hearts,
And everyone could sing along,
For we all had our parts!
Daddy played the
piano.
Mommy shook the tambourine.
All us kids were dressed in
white.
Such a sight is seldom seen!
Sometimes we’d sing a song or
two,
And the “power of God” would fall!
Then, there wasn’t nothing
left to do,
So Daddy gave the “altar call!”
Oh, how I love the
old songs!
They mean so much to me,
Like “Amazing Grace”, “How Great
Thou Art,”
And “Nearer My God To Thee!”
I’ve sung them in church
with those I loved.
And I’ve sung them when I was alone.
And by the
grace of God above,
I’ll sing them ‘til I get Home!
Robert F.
Dotson © 2003
Brother Bob's Christian Poetry Potpourri
Thank You Bro.Bob for sharing this
poem
with Carolyn's Precious Memories.
Memories From
Carolyn
I Dedicate This Page To New Hope Country Church Madera,
Calif.
Every Fifth Sunday Afternoon Singings
The Leader of this
singing...Coolidge Willard Stephenson.
He had his Sunday Morning Radio
Program " Religious Varieties ".
He is a cousin to Ben & Brock Speer and
Sisters.
We had dinner on the ground and singing all afternoon.
The
Church is at the end of the road,
with nothing but grape vineyards all
around.
The Church looks just like this one.
And yes there is a cemetery
behind the church.
Inside was singing, praying and Little Grandma's
shouting.
If it was hot, this is where the funeral
fans were used.
There was always Special Guests that came.
But if
your group couldn't all make this singing.
You just picked singers and
made up a Quartet.
And we had no time to practice at all.
I think
almost everyone could sing,
and or play the piano or any
instrument.
We would have maybe a hundred plus people.
But you could
hear the singing for miles.
This was a singing that you could call out
a name of a song,
and before going home that song would be sung.
Even
if you were not a singer, you became one during this singing convention.
Everyone participated
in this time of singing.
I
did spend more time at this singing,
after our groups stopped
traveling.
Some of the best Memories I have came from,
The Old
Country Church.
 
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