This song speaks of a simple, unshakeable faith. As it begins, a young child is sitting in church for the very first time. Noel Stookey, who wrote this song with J. Mason and K. Gold, calls it simply "Hymn." (AM) Ann Muir: voice and 'Bell'
Sunday morning, very bright,
I read your book by colored light;
It came in through the pretty window picture.
I visited some houses
Where they said that you were living,
And they talked a lot about you,
And they spoke about your giving.
They passed a basket with some envelopes;
I just had time to write a note,
And all it said was, "I believe in you."
Passing conversations,
Where they mentioned your existence,
And the fact that you had been
Replaced by your assistants.
The discussion was Theology,
And when they turned and smiled at me,
All that I could say was, "I believe in you."
I visited your house again
On Christmas and Thanksgiving;
And a balded man said you were dead,
But the house would go on living.
He recited poetry,
And when he saw me stand to leave,
He shook his head and said I'd never find you.
My mother used to dress me up,
And while my dad was sleeping,
We'd walk down to your house
Without speaking.