In our tiny village, a church stands upon a hill
There was a time when songs rang out
As her seats filled, the people filled.
Where the neighbour greeted the neighbour
And children played so freely,
That was a time I now recall
with things as they should be.
Our little church stood proud and tall
And overlooked the sea
To guide our fishermen along
The path where they should be.
Things are all so different now
To a new church, we make our way
But the memories of that little church
In our minds will always stay.
Rev. Marie Yvonne.