by Guest » Mon Nov 15, 2010 4:49 pm
My favorite hymn, but the 2nd chorus is different than what is listed.
Shadow of the Steeple
Sunday morning sunshine, bathing the land.
Sunday morning people, with Bibles in their hand.
He wonders why, they pass him by
And walk around him, on the street.
To shade the light, that replaced the night,
He cups his hands to see.
In the Shadow of the Steeple, Somone's crying
Does anybody care, can't you hear him crying
In the Shadow of the Steeple, Someone's Crying.
The preacher talks, about the needs
In a distant land.
He says folks, are dying over there
We need to lend a hand.
Its getting late, let's pass the plate,
Just do the best you can.
Then the congregation rises, for their final, A-men
While in the Shadow of the Steeple, Someone's Crying
Does anybody care, cant you hear him crying.
In the Shadow of the Steeple, Someone's dying.
The cold Blue Steel, He clutches Fast.
And he points it the place,
Where the shadow of the steeple,
Is resting on his face
He feels the sting, the churbells ring
As he stumbles, and goes down
But folks, just shake their heads,
As they walk away, from the figure on the ground
And in the shadow of the steeple, someone's dying,
Does anybody care, cant you hear him crying
In the shadow of the Steeple, someones dying
And in the Shadow's of our Steeples. souls are dying
Does anybody care. cant you hear them crying
Souls are out there dying, we need to listen for their crying.
Need to reach out to the people, out their underneath our steeple's,
Dont let the shadow of your Steeple, find someone dying.
My favorite hymn, but the 2nd chorus is different than what is listed.
Shadow of the Steeple
Sunday morning sunshine, bathing the land.
Sunday morning people, with Bibles in their hand.
He wonders why, they pass him by
And walk around him, on the street.
To shade the light, that replaced the night,
He cups his hands to see.
In the Shadow of the Steeple, Somone's crying
Does anybody care, can't you hear him crying
In the Shadow of the Steeple, Someone's Crying.
The preacher talks, about the needs
In a distant land.
He says folks, are dying over there
We need to lend a hand.
Its getting late, let's pass the plate,
Just do the best you can.
Then the congregation rises, for their final, A-men
While in the Shadow of the Steeple, Someone's Crying
Does anybody care, cant you hear him crying.
In the Shadow of the Steeple, Someone's dying.
The cold Blue Steel, He clutches Fast.
And he points it the place,
Where the shadow of the steeple,
Is resting on his face
He feels the sting, the churbells ring
As he stumbles, and goes down
But folks, just shake their heads,
As they walk away, from the figure on the ground
And in the shadow of the steeple, someone's dying,
Does anybody care, cant you hear him crying
In the shadow of the Steeple, someones dying
And in the Shadow's of our Steeples. souls are dying
Does anybody care. cant you hear them crying
Souls are out there dying, we need to listen for their crying.
Need to reach out to the people, out their underneath our steeple's,
Dont let the shadow of your Steeple, find someone dying.