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Anytime the Doors were Open

We planted a church in our little small town
Dad painted a sign, stuck it in the ground
We prayed for a preacher and God gave us one
We'd be sittin' up front when Sunday comes

Chorus- Anytime the doors were open, that's where we would be
Shaking hands and sharing Jesus every time we would meet
We had saints and we had sinners at our Sunday potluck dinners
Anytime the doors were open, that's where we would be.

Mom and Dad and three kids, we could fill up one row
When the faithful were gone, attendance was low
We would ask all our friends, and they'd bring one or two
like money in a bank, the interest grew.

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We had funerals and June weddings
Growth spurts and church splits
but as long as God was in it
everything would turn out fine.

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