She came home from work after a long hard day Set her keys on the counter, began to pray Oh God, I need you more than ever My hope is lost, can't be found Threw her hands in the air Knees hit the ground And she cried Jesus I surrender So take my hand and lead me home Take me back to the place where you saved my soul Down the old dirt road is a little white church Where the memories linger And people search for amazing grace That sweet, sweet heavenly sound Of that old time religion that's good for me Little children singing 'round the sycamore tree As we count our blessings Beneath that southern sky Oh I need a break from this world sometimes Take me back to church Take me back to church Take me back to where money was a matter so small Just as I am was an altar call And the neighbors would always lend a helping hand We were there for each other no matter what for And every church had an open door And that preacher man He knew you by your name We get so busy in life these days When it's all smooth sailing we forget to pray So take my hand and lead me home Take me back to the place where you saved my soul Down the old dirt road is a little white church Where the memories linger and people search for amazing grace That sweet, sweet heavenly sound Of that old time religion that's good for me Little children singing 'round the sycamore tree As we count our blessings beneath that southern sky Oh I need a break from this world sometimes Oh God we need Your love in this busy life So Take me back to church Take me back to church