Settled here,
Long ago..
They made this place their home,
They need a place to gather..
Worship on their own.
No stones where found,
To build the house.
Worthy of the Lord..
They used what they did find,
Seashells found in sands.
The mix of sand and seashells,
Made the mortar thick..
To build the walls and alter..
A place to pray and sit.
The fire came..
The church ablaze...
The timbers now all gone.
They built a new,
Across the road..
Still the shell remains,
This house of God..
Made from shells,
Gathered from the sands.