Where I Learned to Pray

In our little one room country school

It's where I learned to pray

A church without a steeple

That's where I learned to pray.



Every Sunday morning

About the hour of ten

The door would open to our school

The preacher did walk in.



He'd smile and say good morning

How's everything today?

We'd bow our heads and close our eyes

And then he'd say let's pray.



In our little one room country school

It's where I learned to pray

Our church that had no steeple

Is no longer there today.



From Monday until Friday at school

We'd learn and play

Then back at school on Sunday

That's where I learned to pray.



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Our clothes were clean but faded

Sometimes our feet were bare

But no one noticed anything

Except the Lord was there.



We'd come from all directions

Searching for the way

Harmonizes at school on Sunday

That's where I learned to pray.



In our little one room country school

It's where I learned to pray

Our church that had no steeple

Is no longer there today.



From Monday until Friday at school

We'd learn and play

Then back at school on Sunday

That's where I learned to pray...