Little Brown Church Lyrics

There up on the hillside, sits a box of nail and wood

Crafted by a man of God who gave him all he could

Who humbly kneeled before him everyday

And made the box to be a place to pray

You've seen a thousand faces, big and small throughout the years

You've heard a thousand prayers and you've seen a thousand tears

You've seen so many lives come to the light

And watched them pray as day succumbed to night

That little church up on the hillside

Full of prayers that people prayed

Prayers of every thanks, and every kind of trial

Prayers to see the world be saved

As it watches from the hillside

With its home among the trees

As a haven for the weary

To kneel and pray in peace

Herman built the box as place where you could go

To be amongst the lofty woods and hear the stream below

To be a place to come and rest in him

And write down all your prayers and place within

Many days I feel the weight of all that falls on me

Take me to that little box where I can pray and sing

A song of thanks to praise him for the dawn

The dawn of lives that to his kingdom come

That little church up on the hillside

Full of prayers that people prayed

Prayers of every thanks, and every kind of trial

Prayers to see the world be saved

As it watches from the hillside

With its home among the trees

As a haven for the weary

To kneel and pray in peace