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A Message from our Pastor:
Welcome to our website.
Cypress Presbyterian Church is a wonderful country church. She has
grown each of the last 11 years. For two years now, it has been my
good fortune to serve God within this caring church. Some families have been here for
generations. But they have welcomed newcomers, like me and my
family, with open arms. We are a Presbyterian Church, however, many of our members come to us from
a wide variety of other
denominations. We have also rejoiced at welcoming those brand new to the
Christian faith.
This past year God's Spirit has brought lots of excitement to
Cypress Church with the addition of a new pastor, a children’s
choir, the purchase of a new van, the
upgrading of this website and our upcoming rotational Sunday School.
The coming year promises even more growth from the firm foundation
of our Lord Jesus Christ. We'd love to have you join us.
In Christ,
Bob Whitehouse, Pastor
The Sights &
Sounds of Cypress Mary M. Smith Sunday, May 6, 2007
From my earliest childhood memories
Cypress Church played a part
in imprinting vivid sights and sounds that remain within my heart.
Under the tall sycamores the men held their court:
hashing out all the week’s problems, and offering solutions of a
sort:
Time to plant corn,
Need some rain,
Plowed the bottom forty,
Soybeans up growing again,
Tobacco’s doing poorly
The ringing of the church bell, on a clear crisp Sunday morn
always signaled the beginning of Sunday School; grab your Bible &
come along.
The older men would file in, and slowly take their place,
always sitting near the back, in exactly the same space.
It’s as if there was some unspoken rule, you must always sit here
when coming to Sunday School.
The middle pews of the church were where the older ladies sat.
Each was dressed in long, dark attire, usually accessorized with a
big hat.
These loving, dedicated ladies, always had a special charm.
They could give the best kind of hugs, or raise an eyebrow that
brought alarm.
For you see, at Cypress, it wasn’t just one mother you had.
There was a whole congregation of dear mothers, helping to raise
each lassie or lad.
Each and every Sunday, music filled the air.
The Lord is in his Holy Temple, and there will be no running in
there.
Jesus loves me this I know
The Church’s One Foundation
There is a fountain filled with blood
Once to every man and nation.
Songs of Kindness and Jesus’ Care:
Showers of Blessings
There’s a song in the air.
Many a Sunday when I was small.
I sang in a chair propped against the front wall.
Hands held tightly in the form of a bird’s nest,
gave anxious mother’s nerves a much needed rest.
For idle hands were the devil’s workshop, it was said;
so little ones were kept busy singing songs instead.
Into my heart,
the B.I.B.L.E,
Kum Ba Yah,
and Jesus Loves Me.
All these songs passed down thru history
and it still felt that they were written just for me.
When grief, sorrow or sickness would come our way,
the entire church family would begin to pray.
Strength for the day, healing from above,
Just to be swept gently by the wings of God’s love.
Made any situation easier to face;
feeling the strong support always found in this place.
When the body was weak, and needed to be fed,
lots of food would appear, bountifully spread.
Pots of soup, seasoned with love, fried chicken, plates of ham,
deviled eggs,
potato salad, fluffy angel biscuits, green beans & yams.
Through many humble hands, body & soul were both fed.
“Cypress is such a caring place” it was often said.
Yes, Cypress was always a happy place, full of God’s love and rich
in His grace.
Many fine examples were set for me of what Christian living ought to
be.
Love Thy Neighbor
do what is right
offer your hand, to make someone’s burden light
Visit the sick, attend to their needs,
pray for each other; always do good deeds.
On a warm spring evening your mind can drift away.
While walking in the cemetery you catch the sent of the sweet bay.
And if you listen carefully, just before dusk,
the chuck-wills-widow will create quite a fuss.
As the day draws to a close the tree frogs start to sing.
Shadows lengthen, stars come out, nature’s chorus is caroling.
And what a fitting tribute to so many gone on before;
plain, faithful, unpretentious folk that are now on Heaven’s shore.
To
learn about the church, her leaders and programs
Look through this site using the tab links at the top
and the left side menu.
Thanks for stopping by!
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