On Frankfield Hill A place of worship For the soul, a warship A modest refuge of plank and twine As potent as the Nativity of Constantine On Frankfield Hill
On Frankfield Hill The doors always open In your heart to let hope in Bring forth your transgressions Lay bare your confessions On Frankfield Hill
On Frankfield Hill No gold nor myrrh as tribute to Him But millstones and troubles and lights going dim And despite your promises of never again He knows you will fail as will all men On Frankfield Hill He forgives you, Amen.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
