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In our little one room country schoolIt's where I learned to prayA church without a steepleThat's where I learned to pray.Every Sunday morningAbout the hour of tenThe door would open to our schoolThe preacher did walk in.He'd smile and say good morningHow's everything today?We'd bow our heads and close our eyesAnd then he'd say let's pray.In our little one room country schoolIt's where I learned to prayOur church that had no steepleIs no longer there today.From Monday until Friday at schoolWe'd learn and playThen back at school on SundayThat's where I learned to pray.Our clothes were clean but fadedSometimes our feet were bareBut no one noticed anythingExcept the Lord was there.We'd come from all directionsSearching for the wayHarmonizes at school on SundayThat's where I learned to pray.In our little one room country schoolIt's where I learned to prayOur church that had no steepleIs no longer there today.From Monday until Friday at schoolWe'd learn and playThen back at school on SundayThat's where I learned to pray...