Eighty-Five Years of Love and Grace

Verse

From Christian Pen, a tiny seed was sown.

A mission started, by thy Spirit shown.

Through shifting sands and stormy gales that rage,

We kept the faith, and turned a brand-new page.

Eighty-five seasons, a testament to see,

In God's great goodness and fidelity be.

A small wood building, a courageous start,

We built a church with a devoted heart.

Chorus

Eighty-five years, a jubilee of love and grace,

The light of Gregory Park in this hallowed place.

We lift our voices, a united family so strong,

For God has led us all along.

In Portmore's heart, a caring mother so bold,

Far more precious than silver or fine gold.

Eighty-five years, with many daughters we stand today,

As we lift our hands to sing and pray.

Verse

The pioneers who tilled this sacred ground,

Worked with tireless hands, made sweet and holy sound.

Through every hardship, and through every trial,

We stayed the course and ran the extra mile.

From a company mission to a family of believers,

We raised up servants, faithful, true receivers.

So many faces, a countless, vibrant throng,

Whose lives were changed, to whom this place belongs.

Chorus

Eighty-five years, a jubilee of love and grace,

The light of Gregory Park in this hallowed place.

We lift our voices, a united family so strong,

For God has led us all along.

In Portmore's heart, a caring mother so bold,

Far more precious than silver or fine gold.

Eighty-five years, with many daughters we stand today,

We lift our hands to sing and pray.

Bridge

We stand on shoulders that have gone before,

To see new doors open, to serve Him more.

We thank the Father, the Spirit, and the Son,

For every victory and every battle won.

From passing on the faith to generations new,

We carry on the work, so deep and strong and true.

Chorus

Eighty-five years, a jubilee of love and grace,

The light of Gregory Park in this hallowed place.

We lift our voices, a united family so strong,

For God has led us all along.

In Portmore's heart, a caring mother so bold,

Far more precious than silver or fine gold.

Eighty-five years, with many daughters we stand today,

As we lift our hands to sing and pray.

Outro

A mighty fortress is Our God, The Beacon in the night,

Celebrating eighty-five years of His amazing light!

Singing praises! Giving Him glory!

Eighty-five years! A beautiful story!