The "Holy City" of

Charleston, S. C.

Church sprials leap to the heavens
From the city so deep in the South
Proclaiming the love of one God
From practically every mouth

Three hundred eighty seven strong are they
The churches within this place
It seems that all love God
Regardless of their creed or race

The name she bears is appropriate
For her people are pious and genteel
Preserving all that was good
Remembering all that was real

A place where time seems to stand still
Nestled down within the city walls
Embraced in comfort and contentment
If you listen, you can hear her call

She tells of a bygone era
When peace was not to be found
She tell of much bloodshed
Upon her hallowed ground

She tells of a nation that began here
And a people that became so strong
Because freedom of worship was enjoyed
While the Redcoats were taught of their wrong

"Glory be to the Father"
Were always her words of praise
A statement of faith and conscience
That has preserved her for all her days

St. Phillips Episcopal Church
The oldest congregation in Charleston

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