I will remember til my dying day,
In a little church not far away.
When I was thirteen years old,
A memory not to many I`ve told.
I see that pastor in my mind,
An older man but very kind.
A blessing from the Lord I know,
Passionate sermons for your soul.
It started off as many days,
Though changed me many ways.
A sermon etched into my mind,
Of a peace I never again will find.
Oh, a most beautiful prayer he said,
As we all stood to bow our heads.
With music that just filled my soul,
A prayer I felt down to my toes.
Then Jesus Christ filled that room,
Glorious glow around him loomed.
A profusion of light from the Lord,
I`ll always remember forever more.
Encircled within this beautiful glow,
Was the Lord, in my heart I know.
Some dismissed the pastor I heard,
They didn`t like his praying words.
I wish I could remember his name,
A man God used to build his flame.
Written By Thelma Shutters 1-16-03
Dedicated to A pastor in
A Little Church In Montevallo, Mo
