Blue Creek Church of Christ

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Blue Creek Church of ChristMy Daddy took me once a week,to a church near a sapphire creekwhere he spoke the words of the Gospelthough I always loved his preaching,he'd say time does all the teachingand that life is the best apostlewe'd close our eyes and lift our hearts with hymnsfollowing the lead of the forest windby the blue creek church of Christwhere the spirit set me freecos the good Lord claimed,where a few gathered in His namethere'd He'd always bethough I'm older, to this dayI still meet Daddy and prayat the blue creek church of Christby candlelight he wrote sermons for me,cos he believed that familywas God's first congregationbut sometimes he'd shut his bible,say a prayer and sit idleand just read the psalms of creationcos watching that mountain water runit seemed heaven's light was flowing fromthe blue creek church of Christwhere the spirit set me freecos the good Lord claimed,where a few gathered in His namethere'd He'd always bethough I'm older, to this dayI still meet Daddy and prayat the blue creek church of ChristDaddy always said the grandest templewas one that was pure and simpleso beneath a roof of hanging sprucesthat's where he taught me what truth isnow he rests near that country cathedralin the shadow of a mountain steepleby the blue creek church of Christwhere the spirit set me freecos the good Lord claimed,where a few gathered in His namethere'd He'd always bethough I'm older, to this dayI still meet Daddy and prayat the blue creek church of Christ(c)2005 Robert George