By Michael W. Raley
I miss the old hymns
And the truth we sang
About that Old Time Religion
In the Old Country Church.
We sang about God’s Amazing Grace
And the soul cleansing Blood of the Lamb.
I miss the times In the Garden
Where our Precious Lord took our hand
And made it well with our souls.
I held onto the Rock of Ages
And found peace in the valley
Because Love lifted me.
Nothing could wash away my sins,
Nothing but the Blood of Jesus.
O how I miss the days of the old hymns.