Church by the Road

I remember a church by the road, on Sunday morn

As we rode along in the wagon, dad sang a hymn

Called Rock of Ages, it was so dear to him

As we rounded a bend, dad stopped the team

We set there in reverence, at the beautiful scene

The road and the old church, dad bowed his head

I still can remember the words that he said

They say that's God's house, but it's not so to me

For He lives in the hills, the rock and the tree

I hear God's word in the chatter of a squirrel

The song of a bird, and a new plowed furrow

Son, just remember, God is all men

So see to your neighbor and give him a hand

Ask not for payment for it will return

Ten fold goes the story, is what you will earn

Now was I wander this old world round

I find another valley, and a hill to look down

I think of my dad and the words that he said

And Rock of Ages runs through my head

I hear the chatter of a squirrel, the song of a bird

Each telling the story of God's holy word

I close my eyes as the sun shines warm

I see the old church by the road, on a Sunday morn