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Backstory:

Could easily be changed to first person 
                                                                                                                                          

Lyrics:

                                                  
CHURCH  FOR  SALE 
© Words and Music: 
Ben Krahne/ Donna Aylor

He was born in a small town raised on the gospel truth
Took a job in the city where his faith soon lost its roots
So he packed up his lost soul and drove back home today
Found himself at this old church where he'd been saved
But what he saw was a sign on the broken door… 

CHORUS
CHURCH FOR SALE
IT MAY SEEM WEATHERED BEYOND REPAIR
BEEN AWHILE SINCE IT HEARD A PRAYER
NEEDS LOVE,  HAMMER AND NAILS
AND A FRESH COAT OF FAITH
CHURCH FOR SALE

Echoes of Sunday sermons bring back sweet memories
As the cracked stain glass reflects a broken man on his knees
It’s hard now to remember why he ever ran away
But chance or fate lead him to this forgotten place
Jesus swung a hammer maybe he could too

REPEAT CHORUS

BRIDGE
Now on a sunlit sacred day there’s praises from ev’ry pew
And a  Carpenter singing “Amazing Grace” 
Who was raised  on the gospel truth

REPEAT CHORUS

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I was born in this small town raised on the gospel truth