Holy Harmonies feat. Lily Mae Johnson - Echoes of Eden
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In a little white chapel on the edge of town,
We've been gathered here since the sun went down
The old wooden pews creak under the strain,
As we lift up our voices in holy refrain
Grandma's worn Bible, with pages so thin,
Holds the secrets of living, forgiving our sins
Her hands, like old leather, from working the land,
Now lift up in worship, like time's shifting sand
Echoes of Eden in every song,
Reminding us where we belong
In the garden of promise, the Lord's loving arms,
Protecting our souls from all worldly harms
Brother Joe's old guitar, it sings like a prayer,
Strumming chords of redemption, filling the air
The choir joins in with harmonies sweet,
Voices like angels, we all stand to our feet
A baby's first cry mixes with our hymn,
Life keeps on turning, time may look grim
But the echoes of Eden, they promise us hope,
Anchoring our spirits, teaching us to cope
Echoes of Eden in every song,
Reminding us where we belong
In the garden of promise, the Lord's loving arms,
Protecting our souls from all worldly harms