The Little Brick Church
There's a little brick church on the corner
And the doors are opened wide
Waiting for lost souls to enter
And find Jesus waiting inside.
My Jesus, the ever forgiving
His comfort and help's always there,
He listens to problems and lifts you up
And answers your every prayer.
Oh, but he's terribly busy.
He can't come calling on you.
Why don't you visit our little brick church
Then you can be one of us too.
We'll hear a fine sermon
And sing a few songs
And praise the good Lord above.
And while we are singing
Our hearts will be bursting
With a deep an abiding love.
So don't sit alone on a Sunday morn
Feeling you're left in the lurch,
Go get your hat and quick as scat
Go down to the little brick church.
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