Little white church in the country

I'm told that on a clear day, from a certain hill outside of town, you can see the spires of all three of the churches in Rickett's "Triple Parish." These are pictures of St. Paul's Lutheran in Hanover Township. The poem below is actually about a Methodist church in Kentucky, but I think it works as well for members of the Triple Parish too.

Carter's Chapel
By Lottie May O'Grady
5/24/1938

There's a little white church in the country,
That stands upon a hill so high,
It can easily be seen for miles around,
Like a 'Beacon of Light' to the passer-by.

It has weathered the storms of the passing years,
Withstood 'The Tests of Time',
Because it is builded secure upon the rock,
Of love of our Savior Divine,

It welcomes the Way-faring Traveler,
To come into its doors and find, peace,
And the weary, tired, and forlorn,
They too, may find sweet relief.

And to those, who will ever be faithful,
And to those who will ever be true,
They will always find a blessing,
In the work, there is to do.

It asks for no reward or merit,
Only that each one may be blest,
And for those who need spiritual feeding,
To come and feast on the best.

We love this dear, 'Church of our Childhood',
It brings back memories dear, you see,
Our mother, father, and dear ones,
Who have crossed, 'The Crystal Sea'.

The years of time will always bring changes,
One by one we will pass on each day,
But the 'Church of God', will stand forever,
It shall never, pass away!