In our tiny village, stands a church upon a hill
There was a time when songs rang out
As her seats, the people filled.
Where neighbor greeted the neighbor
And children played so free,
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.