Visions
Little Church in the Valley
The little white church in the valley
with a stream drifting by,
widening into a pond
where the still waters made a place
where sheep may safely graze
and for baptisms to take place.
The bell tower, forty feet high,
tolling far and wide,
echoing across the hills,
calling the faithful
to prayer and praise and
worship of the Most High!
The doors were never closed,
back in those days, and
many troubled, heartbroken believers
in lonely vigils, poured out
the depths of their souls
before our loving God
to find that, yes,
there is a balm in Gilead,
there is a Great Physician there!
How many ransomed sinners found
peace in that valley and
one day passed on to that
wonderful shore to behold
the glory of Christ our Lord,
to see Him face to face!
with a stream drifting by,
widening into a pond
where the still waters made a place
where sheep may safely graze
and for baptisms to take place.
The bell tower, forty feet high,
tolling far and wide,
echoing across the hills,
calling the faithful
to prayer and praise and
worship of the Most High!
The doors were never closed,
back in those days, and
many troubled, heartbroken believers
in lonely vigils, poured out
the depths of their souls
before our loving God
to find that, yes,
there is a balm in Gilead,
there is a Great Physician there!
How many ransomed sinners found
peace in that valley and
one day passed on to that
wonderful shore to behold
the glory of Christ our Lord,
to see Him face to face!
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Little Church in the Valley
Little Church in the Valley
