Wes King This Is The Church
This is the church I used to walk to
Dressed in my Sunday best
And the church that I once ran from
When my life was in a mess
This is the church I was baptized in
It's where I first learned how to pray
In this church, I was a wise man
In the annual Christmas play
Manger scenes and tinfoil wings
Holy night and peace on earth
Well, I crossed the River Jordan
From the front row of my church
Sweet memories
It's the people who help you along
It's a place to hide
A place to be found
It's the Bride of Christ
The place where you grow up
This is the Church
This is the church where I first heard music
It's where I fell in love with hymns
Even the ones with the big words
Like cherubim and seraphim
Now I know my ransom has been paid
There in glorious robes arrayed
In this church, I came to understand
What I was and what I am
Sweet memories
It's the people who help you along
It's a place to hide
A place to be found
It's the Bride of Christ
The place where you grow up
The Church's one foundation
Is Jesus Christ Her Lord
She is His new creation
By water and the Word
From heaven, He came and sought Her
To be His Holy Bride
And with His blood, He bought Her
And for Her life, He died
Sweet, sweet memories
It's the people who help you along
Sweet memories
It's the people who help you
Along the narrow way
The place where you grow up
This is the Church
