I was walking down a country road.
I couldn't hep but see.
A pile of wood
And mortar, where a church use to be.
As i neared a crowd of lookers, I heard an old man say,
Why that just an old building, You see the church moved away.
Cho
Some moved across the country, others across town.
Some are in the nursing home, But most are in the ground.
Waiting for the Lord's returning, and on this you can relie.
At the sounding of the trumpet you'll see that old church rise.
II
He said the sound of preaching, no longer fills the air.
The singing and shouting, can't be heard anywhere.
To the world it looks defeated.
But hear me when I say, This old building may fall down,
But the church will move away.
Cho
Some moved across the country, others across town.
Some are in the nursing home, But most are in the ground.
Waiting for the Lord's returning, and on this you can relie.
At the sounding of the trumpet you'll see that old church rise.
AT THE SOUNDING OF THE TRUMPET YOU'
LL SEE THAT OLD
CHURCH RISE.