A country church seems close to God
In its simplest way--
Its white spire shining in the sun
As we kneel to pray.
Its tomb stoned yard encircling
the peaceful quiet walls--
The church bells sweetly ringing
Their Sunday morning calls.
Here love wears a cotton dress,
And friendly faces glow...
Jesus loved the simple things...
True faith lives here I know.
Ethel Bailey
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