ST.JAMES ANGLICAN CHURCH

King's Cove,B.B., Newfoundland

OUR LITTLE CHURCH

Written

by

Roger K. Brown

One hundred years ago we're told

Our church was thought too small to hold,

All the folks who came to pray

In St. James Church near Blackhead Bay

The members watched and tears were shed

The pain it caused brought awful dread,

The loss was felt throughout the town

As people watched their church come down

Times were hard and funds were low

The fish were scarce, the gardens slow,

Hunger gripped all who cared

Fate was cruel, and all were scared.

A building gone but not their dream

To see again a steeple gleam,

They set about with saws and wood

To raise a roof for the common good.

The church before had held their prayers

Their joys and sorrows in equal shares,

Births and deaths were honored here

And marriages were often cheered.

Faith was strong and muscles sored

As walls went up, board by board,

Stomachs growled while they sweat and toiled

Their vision clear would not be spoiled.

And now we stand where once they tread

A hundred years of time's been shed,

The church they built has just been swell

We pray for them and you as well.

To all who pass our humble place

We welcome you to share the grace,

Of Christ and all the folks who rove

The church they built in old King's Cove.