Lyrics

Sunday Mornin’ Meetin’

Our Little Sunday Mornin' Meetin'
Sunday Mornin' Meetin'
Where the saints of God would come
Our Little Sunday Mornin' Meetin'
Sunday Mornin' Meetin'
Where we'd share God's amazing love

We'd meet Every Sunday Morning
At the Church on the top of the hill
It had two rooms in the basement
And a steeple with an old church bell

That old church bell would be ringing
It would call all the folks from town
And everyone would come a runnin'
We'd greet many folks from all around

Our Little Sunday Mornin' Meetin'
Sunday Mornin' Meetin'
Where the saints of God would come
Our Little Sunday Mornin' Meetin'
Sunday Mornin' Meetin'
Where we'd share God's amazing love

You should have heard the preaching
Brother Martin would share the word
He spoke of how much Jesus loved us
And lookin' for His Wonderful Return