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
From the bottom of our hearts,
And everyone could sing along,
For we all had our parts!
Daddy played the
Mommy shook the tambourine.
All us kids were dressed in
Such a sight is seldom seen!
Sometimes we’d sing a song or
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
They mean so much to me,
Like “Amazing Grace”, “How Great
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!
Dotson © 2003
Brother Bob's Christian Poetry Potpourri
Thank You Bro.Bob for sharing this
with Carolyn's Precious Memories.
I Dedicate This Page To New Hope Country Church Madera,
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
We had dinner on the ground and singing all afternoon.
Church is at the end of the road,
with nothing but grape vineyards all
The Church looks just like this one.
And yes there is a cemetery
behind the church.
Inside was singing, praying and Little Grandma's
If it was hot, this is where the funeral
fans were used.
There was always Special Guests that came.
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.
almost everyone could sing,
and or play the piano or any
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.
if you were not a singer, you became one during this singing convention.
in this time of singing.
did spend more time at this singing,
after our groups stopped
Some of the best Memories I have came from,