In the Old Schoolhouse


In the old schoolhouse I sat down in my chair.
The teacher came in. She was calm and fair.
She began to speak words for all to hear.
When she finally finished, there was nothing to fear.

The windows were clean.
So was the board.
She spoke again.
We listened in one accord.

A story so peaceful,
A story so grand.
I put up my hand.
I had to understand.

The plot, the scene.
I said, “What was His name?”
She said, “Jesus Christ."
I said, “Could you tell it again?”

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