There’s a little white church in South Bend.
There folks meet to talk friend to friend.
They gather to sing praises to Jesus the King.
They gather at the little white church in South Bend.

Many have loved and served their Lord
In the litttle white church in South Bend.
But then work was done, and God called them to His home above.
They are not forgotten, although they have gone.
They are remembered with much love 
At the little white church in South Bend.


What a tale would unfold, if only could be told.
What joys God has shared with all the folks
At the little white church in South  Bend.
There are all kinds of folk, and that is not a joke.
There’s variety, for sure,
At the little white church in South Bend.

There’s Mr. Uptegraph, excuse me, I mean Harold.
He’s also known as one of the Geritol twins.
He’s the doorkeeper, always greeting with a smile.
Greeting all of us who worship
At the little white church in South Bend.

There’s Sandy and Bill, who come down from on the hill.
Every Sunday in their place, always with a smiling face.
Greeting others and being a friend to all who attend.
What a joy we all share
In the little white church in South Bend.

As Bonnie plays the organ, our voices blend in song.
It’s a joy to see Lexie and Laiken, whom she always brings along.
Sometimes Harry plays and sings.
Sometimes his friends he brings
Tto the little white church in South Bend.

Always Harry brings Mary; he calls her Mom or Mother.
Yes, Mary’s always there with her smile and cheery air.
She’s an encouragement to all who attend.
What a blessing Gods sends to all of us
At the little white church in South Bend.

On the right are Lester and Grace, adding luster to this place.
With them are Carol and Forrest,  now Grandma and Grandpa.
Sometimes they’re off the Erie to see their grandson, he’s a dearie.
Linda sits in that row, to children’s moments she did go
At the little white church in South Bend.

Always seated near the front are the Altmans, Sylvia and Don.
Their lovely daughters, Alison and Melissa, are grown and gone.
But they have memories of their good times
At the little white church in South Bend.

There’s Betty and Oak, always with a smile for other folk.
Faithfully they atttend and do all the good they can
At the little white church in South Bend.

Oh, yes! There’s Betty and Ken; they are faithful folk.
They spend every Sunday the can
At the little white church in South Bend.

There’s Twila and Ted,  “a lovely couple it’s been said.”
They’re held dear as they worship here
At the little white church in South Bend.

Don’t forget Vida; she’s faithful, kind, and good.
She’s one of the best fudgemakers 
In the little white church in South Bend.

Don and Inez and Melissa have their special place.
Their pew is graced with Tina, Christian and Courtney
At the little white church in South Bend.

Now it would be a sin if we failed to mention them.
Jack and Ramona always hurry in
To the little white church in South Bend.

Joyce and Mary fill their place most faithfully.
They don’t live very far, so they don’t ever bring their car
To the little white church in South Bend.

Pearl Altman’s smiling face brings added joy to the place.
We’re always glad to greet her here
At the little white church in South Bend.

Kathy Townsend shares her labors for the Lord at Helping Hand.
Betty Silvis joins her there all in the name of
The little white church in South Bend.

Helen and Shorty,  those dear people have moved back to the wall.
In the nursery corner you will not find them at all
In the little white church in South Bend.

There’s Glenda and Theresa Cook, and Helen Schrecongost,
Grandma, also known as Mom.
They always sit in the back seat
At the little white church in South Bend.

Just another seat ahead is the industrious Maury  of Internet fame.
He’s joined by his lovely wife, Marguerite,  Barb and her son, Chris.
Maury is one of the Geritol twins
At the little white church in South Bend.

Now there’s only one section to the left; a special designated zone.
It’s close to the open door when babies cry and need  attention.
They can be rocked and hushed in the entry room to 
The little white church in South Bend.

Here we find Barb and Tom  and their pride and joy, little Mark.
Kathy and Chris and little Neil from the Winnie the Poo Nursery
Also grace these pews.
If any expectant mothers and fathers you can find, bring them in.
They will find a welcome in this corner of 
The little white church in South Bend.

Olive Weaver loves to come to worship the Lord.
Her arthritic pain often keeps her away.
But she prays daily for all the people 
At the little white church in South Bend.

Then there’s Herman and Lorna, who have as great a joy as any.
We love to gather here with you and worship God
At the little white church in South Bend.

If I’ve missed anybody’s name, then I’m the one to blame.
As this little ditty now I end.
I trust no one did I offend
In the little white church in South Bend.

Now it is time to go and eat.
That’s one reason that we meet
At the little white church in South Bend.