Your's in Christ, The Reverend Cecil Smith
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THE FAITHFUL
Flowers along the sidewalk,
That leads up to the door.
Of a little red brick church house,
That is never filled no more.
Like flowers some have withered,
And some have moved away.
Some it seems have lost concern,
But the faithful always stay.
The notes from the old piano,
Ring out a joyful sound.
And as she plays it softly,
The faithful can be found.
Singing songs of gladness,
Their voices heard on high.
Where angels walk with Jesus,
Up yonder in the sky.
