This is the church I used to walk to
Dressed in my
Sunday be st
And the church that I once ran from
When my life was in a mess
This is the church I was baptized in
It's where I first learned how to pray
In this church I was a wise man
In the annual
Christmas play
Major scenes in ten -four wings
Holy night and peace on earth
Will I cross the
River
Jordan
From the front row of my church
Sweet memories
It's the people who help you along
It's a place to hide, a place to be found
It's the
Bride of
Christ, a place where you
grow up
This is the church
This is the church where I
first heard music
It's where I fell in love with hymns
Even the ones with the big words like
Cherry bomb and seraphim
Well I know my ransom has been paid
There in glorious robes arrayed
A church I came to understand
What I was and what I am
Sweet memories
It's the people who help you along
It's a place to hide, a place to be found
It's the
Bride of
Christ, the place where you grow up
The
Church's one foundation is
Jesus
Christ her
Lord
She is
His new creation, by water and word
From heaven
He came an d sought her, to be
His only bride
An d with
His blood
He bought her, and for her life
He died
Sweet, sweet memories
It's the people who help you along
Sweet memories
It's the people who help you
Along the narrow way
The place where you grow up
This is the church
you