The strings are rusty, the keys are worn and broken
Oh the beautiful hymns that you heard is just a small token
Of the years of faith and joy this old piano played
The pews are now empty the walls are now bare
The floors and doors are full of wear
Even though the house is empty of those that came
The blessings left behind are rewarding just the same
There may never be any music played in the glory house again
But you can rejoice in the victory of those that were here just the same
This is one place you'll find even though empty and alone
You can find the all mighty spirits coming from glories home
1 Chronicles 16:8
Give thanks unto the Lord,
call upon his name, make known
his deeds among the people.
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