A beautiful lady, my church is she
A temple of love, my merch is she
I am a spicy prayer and desert is she

Do not leave her alone, she needs her company
The home that’s a church, the music, her symphony

Fellow priests, all worship their house of prayers
Our church is the house of love singers and sayers

Oh that father is so lucky, what a preacher he must be
He gave birth to a wonderful daughter he must see

All faith gave birth, but the church and its altar
Like straight from Spain, the mount of Gibraltar

Europa the moon and Europa the lighthouse
Jupiter is blessed, but Blessed more is a spouse

Dear God, always keep the Christians blessed
To your house, they come to marry in white dressed

Truer faith than Christianity there must be few
But looking at my faith house, the depth I never knew

Thousands of miles away, there’s that beauty
Stay blessed o church-goers, keep your duty

America, Russian, or Chinese churches of Christ
May they all sooth all of their eyes if they are moist