EASTER MORNING IN THAT OLD WOODEN CHURCH A Traditional Southern Gospel Song By E. Westbrook — AI-assisted arrangement [Intro – Soft upright piano, old church organ, gentle humming] Mmm, Lord, I remember... That Easter Sunday morning... In that little wooden church. [Verse 1 – Deep, warm storytelling voice] It was Easter Sunday morning, In that old wooden church, Where the stomping and the clapping Made them floorboards jump and lurch. Sunshine through the stained-glass window, Just above the preacher's head, Mama whispered, "Listen, child, To the words that Jesus said." [Verse 2 – Piano and Hammond organ begin to build] All the ladies wore their Sunday hats, The men their Sunday best, Little children sitting quietly, With their hands upon their chest. Then somebody shouted, "Hallelujah!" And somebody answered, "Amen!" Before you knew what happened, That whole church was singing again. [Chorus – Joyful gospel choir, clapping and stomping] Oh, that Easter Sunday morning! How those church bells used to ring! Everybody shouting glory! Everybody praising Him! Them old floorboards started shaking, When the congregation sang, Jesus rose on Easter morning, Let the hallelujahs ring! [Verse 3 – Soulful, nostalgic delivery] Old Deacon Jones was shouting, Sister Mary danced for joy, And I stood there by my mama, Just a barefoot country boy. That preacher raised his Bible, Said, "The stone was rolled away!" And the sunlight through that window Seemed to light the whole church that day. [Bridge – Music softens, emotional piano] Well, that little church ain't standing, And those voices all are gone, But I still hear that congregation When the Easter sun comes on. And I can feel my mama's hand, Hear that old church bell again, And the voices of my childhood Singing, "Praise the Lord, Amen!" [Final Chorus – Full traditional gospel choir] Oh, that Easter Sunday morning! How those church bells used to ring! Everybody shouting glory! Everybody praising Him! Them old floorboards started shaking, When the congregation sang, Jesus rose on Easter morning, Let the hallelujahs ring! [Outro – Choir gradually fades, GeneII sings alone] Mmm, I still remember... That sunshine through the glass... That little wooden church... And those Easter mornings past. [Softly spoken] Amen... Amen.
