Through these doors, now worn
and old, has passed a caravan untold,
Of those who proudly came to
hear, the Word of God read loud and clear.
To them our humble thanks we
give, to those who long ago did live
On this rugged virgin land, the
beauty revealed by his own hand.
They searched and also found,
this place to be their hallowed ground
On which to build a worship
place, for those who trusted in his grace.
They gathered here from all
around, and started building from the ground,
After hours of sweat and toil,
this church was standing on their soil.
Then 'twas heard, come one and
all, and many answered to the call,
There were the children to be
blessed, and others who their sins confessed.
There also was the soldier boy,
who came to share his greatest joy
Of serving God and Country,
too, and telling all the Word was true.
There was the widow with her
mite, who gave her pennies round and bright,
So others would also hear, the
Word of God read loud and clear.
To some, this was the perfect
place, to wed, and standing face to face,
A kiss, their sacred vow to
seal, their hopes and prayers were now made real.
Dear Lord in heaven, we humbly
pray, that we might serve as well today,
And that, through these doors
now worn and old, might pass a caravan untold.
With these old doors flung open
wide, might we be standing side by side
A helping hand to gladly share,
to lift a load someone might bear.