The Little Church

for Fawcett Church

by Jerry Rectenwald (copyrighted)

In the wooded hills of western Pennsylvania

In the Sunday morning sunshine in the year of 1812

The people gather to worship God and then carry our His light into the world

And the sound of hymns rings thru the hills and valleys

Songs of praise are lifted up with the hearts of the men and the women who sing

To the Creator, Redeemer and King

And the Lord blesses the worship with His presence

Where two or more are gathered there I am right in your midst

And the faithful offer up their tithes and their very lives as a sacrifice

(chorus)       In the little church, so big in the hearts of men

                   So dear to the heart of God, so important in His plan

On roads and trails the preacher comes on horseback

A circuit-riding servant armed with the power of the gospel’s truth

On a mission to lead those rugged pioneers in the way of the old rugged cross

(chorus)

(bridge)       Ooo

Today the sunshine finds the church still standing

An outpost of God’s kingdom that He’s built with living stones

A beacon shining out the love of Christ to a dark and dying world

And the people pull up in their Chevys, Fords and Buicks

And you just might see that preacher pulling in on a Yamaha

Though the times have changed the message is the same

“Jesus Christ is Lord”

(chorus)

(ending)       And the Lord has blessed

                   And the Lord will bless

                   The little church