Amen! God is so good!! It doesn't matter how many times I hear that old story it will always be just as fresh as the first time it was told Amazing as always ladies
That old time religion In days of old, by candlelight,Where hymns rang true through the night,The King James Version, worn and wise,Spoke of grace beneath the skies. But whispers grew, a shifting tide,As some sought paths they’d not abide.With open hearts and minds set free,They turned from texts of ancestry. “Let love abound!” they’d boldly say,Yet in their quest, they lost their way.The ancient words, like treasures lost,Were traded for a modern gloss. Oh, let us not forget the past,The faith that held us, strong and vast.The stories told in timeless verse,In trials faced, in joy and curse. For in the pages, worn and frail,Lie truths that stand, that never pale.The old-time religion, steadfast and sure,In every heart, it can endure. So let us gather, hand in hand,To honor faith, to take a stand.With reverence for the path we tread,And cherish the words that once were said. For while the world may twist and turn,In sacred texts, our spirits yearn.To find the light, to stand our ground,In the old-time faith, true love is found. I wrote this and it reminds me of this song! Great job y’all such a blessing!
Amen! God is so good!!
It doesn't matter how many times I hear that old story it will always be just as fresh as the first time it was told
Amazing as always ladies
Thank you so much Seth for the encouragement! The old story never grows old!
This is a good day to hear a new song because I know you and I appreciate both of your " stories".
Amen! God is far better to us than we deserve!
Awesome job one of my favorites
Thank you Mrs Becky! We appreciate the kind comment 💕
Amen!!
Wonderful job Girls!!
Thanks Paige! Love you 💕🫶
@@Thecrumpfamily-zs1vt I love y'all too ❤️
That’s good girls!
Thank you for the encouragement Dad!
That old time religion
In days of old, by candlelight,Where hymns rang true through the night,The King James Version, worn and wise,Spoke of grace beneath the skies.
But whispers grew, a shifting tide,As some sought paths they’d not abide.With open hearts and minds set free,They turned from texts of ancestry.
“Let love abound!” they’d boldly say,Yet in their quest, they lost their way.The ancient words, like treasures lost,Were traded for a modern gloss.
Oh, let us not forget the past,The faith that held us, strong and vast.The stories told in timeless verse,In trials faced, in joy and curse.
For in the pages, worn and frail,Lie truths that stand, that never pale.The old-time religion, steadfast and sure,In every heart, it can endure.
So let us gather, hand in hand,To honor faith, to take a stand.With reverence for the path we tread,And cherish the words that once were said.
For while the world may twist and turn,In sacred texts, our spirits yearn.To find the light, to stand our ground,In the old-time faith, true love is found.
I wrote this and it reminds me of this song! Great job y’all such a blessing!
Amen Josh! That’s a great poem you wrote! God is far better to us than we deserve. Jeremiah recognized it in Lamentations, great is thy faithfulness!
@@Thecrumpfamily-zs1vt absolutely! Praise the Lord