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A worn out hymnal in the back of an old pine pew
I learned to sing in a choir of just a few
We all prayed around the sacred altar
Conviction fell on sinners, and the Holy Spirit moved
Oh the little white church house where I was raised
I got washed in the blood, redeemed by grace
A country cathedral on a red dirt road
Oh the little white house where He saved my soul
An upright piano and the sound of guitar strings
Amazing Grace and I’m learning how to lean
The preacher preached a hot and fiery sermon
Then he gave the invitation whosoever be made clean
Oh the little white church house where I was raised
I got washed in the blood, redeemed by grace
A country cathedral on a red dirt road
Oh the little white house where He saved my soul
Oh the little white church house where I was raised
I got washed in the blood, redeemed by grace
A country cathedral on a red dirt road
Oh the little white house where He saved my soul
A country cathedral on a red dirt road
Oh the little white house where He saved my soul
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