Poetry: Church on the Hill
| By Nellie Mooney |
This little wooden church built on a hill
it was a man’s dream, but it was God’s will.
it came about many years ago
The slaves had a dream
But no place to go.
They worked hard with shovels in their hands –
Thinking of the day they could buy some land.
They prayed earnest each day and night
Seeking God’s guidance to a brighter light.
They had a dream, they had a plan –
They needed some money to buy some land.
They met the Leverett who had love in their hearts
They lent them the land to get a start.
They worked hard whenever they could
With only a chisel to hew the wood.
The women and children did their share
Cooking the food to show they cared.
They finished this church that we worship in today
So count your blessings, and continue to pray!