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A visit with Jesus
will put music in the heart
feed the hungry soul
give rest to the weary spirit
and a home in glory land
Clara
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The little church at the end of the road
Is a place where Jesus lives
He meets you at the door.
You can come as you are
It matters not
if you have never been before
everyone is welcome as can be.
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There are no fancy choir
no robes of red or blue
Just a guitar and piano
the music is so sweet
It seems that angels are
picking the strings
Anyone can sing no one is
out of tune
sometimes its everyone
Sometimes its one or two
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They stand up and praise the Lord
They don't use fancy words
What they say comes from the heart
there is no doubt the Lord Jesus heard
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The little church where Jesus lives
Is warm and filled with love
enough to spread around.
The smiles you get are genuine
there are no self righteous frowns.
In that little church
at the end of the road
where Jesus can be found.
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Poem By
Clara Strickland
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