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Outside Savanna, spring of 1844 |
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They drove the last nail in and opened up the doors |
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Jedediah Moore was the first to be baptized |
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Saw him married here and buried here |
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When the Yankees took his life |
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I've felt the pain of people fighting their own demon |
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And the presence of the power that finally freed them |
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I'm a bright and shining beacon, giving shelter in the storm |
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Every saint and sinner, |
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I greet with open arms |
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I am the rock, |
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I am stained glass and stone |
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The foundation that this town was built upon |
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And I've been standing strong and steady all these years |
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Held together by the faithful gathered here |
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I've heard the words of deliverance and damnation |
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And the sweet sound of redemption and salvation |
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Entire congregations with their voices raised in song |
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While the angels in my rafters rejoice and sing along |
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I am the rock, |
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I am stained glass and stone |
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The foundation that this town was built upon |
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And I've been standing strong and steady all these years |
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Held together by the faithful gathered here |
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And as long as there's a |
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God above |
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And people still believe, my walls will never crumble |
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And I will always be |
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The rock, |
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I am stained glass and stone |
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The foundation that this town was built upon |
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And I've been standing strong and steady all these years |
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Held together by the faithful gathered here |
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Outside Savannah, |
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Spring of 1844 |
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They drove the last nail in and opened up my doors |
