Little country preacher with his head bowed down in prayer
I know that he's in conference with our Load away up there
He's not hightened with his speech just plain like you and me
He reminds me of the prophets and the man of Galilee
He started out when just a lad to preach the gospel way
And when the path got hard to trod with mother he would stay
The money did not bother him for Christ he took his stand
His pay day will be paid to him at the gates of Glory Land
The little church he preaches at each Sunday for our aske
If you pass it by and don't go in you've made a big mistake
His good old fashioned voice pleads stranger enter in
God's pleading through good men to save us from our sins
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Little country preacher with his head bowed down in prayer
I know that he's in conference with our Load away up there
He's not hightened with his speech just plain like you and me
He reminds me of the prophets and the man of Galilee
He started out when just a lad to preach the gospel way
And when the path got hard to trod with mother he would stay
The money did not bother him for Christ he took his stand
His pay day will be paid to him at the gates of Glory Land
The little church he preaches at each Sunday for our aske
If you pass it by and don't go in you've made a big mistake
His good old fashioned voice pleads stranger enter in
God's pleading through good men to save us from our sins
I know that he's in conference with our Load away up there
He's not hightened with his speech just plain like you and me
He reminds me of the prophets and the man of Galilee
He started out when just a lad to preach the gospel way
And when the path got hard to trod with mother he would stay
The money did not bother him for Christ he took his stand
His pay day will be paid to him at the gates of Glory Land
The little church he preaches at each Sunday for our aske
If you pass it by and don't go in you've made a big mistake
His good old fashioned voice pleads stranger enter in
God's pleading through good men to save us from our sins
Writer: DON RENO
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management