Old gospel morning light streams through,
The stained glass windows bright,
Transforming the church interior,
Into a heavenly sight.
The choir robes hang in the back,
The bulletins stacked so neat,
The ushers greet with handshakes warm,
And locate your seat.
Old gospel morning light,
Is what fills my soul with hope,
When Sunday school begins at nine,
I climb the stairs to slope.
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