A Place Called Alpine
Down the road, around the bend
I'd passed it by time and again.
"Where everybody is somebody"
read the sign.
Many have passed it but few did find
A little country church, it's called Alpine.

Just a little church, so quaint and small,
If you're not careful, you won't notice at all.
At the intersection where roads entwine,
Just a small place, it's called Alpine.

Just country folk, they're good and kind
For this I searched, Oh what a find!
Joy and peace, renewing the mind,
A church built on love, it's called Alpine.  
                                                                                            Pat Rhodes