[Verse 1]
Down by the river, in the morning light,
With precious purple linen woven just right.
A woman of wisdom, with dignity and grace,
She gathered with the seekers in that quiet place.
[Verse 2]
Then came the preacher, with fire in his eyes,
Speaking of Jesus, the risen Christ.
The words found a resting place deep in her soul,
And Lydia believed, and was made whole.
[Chorus]
Open heart, open home,
She welcomed the gospel, she welcomed her own.
From the river to her table, the Spirit made a way,
And the church found a home where the faithful could stay.
Oh, Lydia, lady of grace,
You gave God your life, your love, and your place.
[Verse 3]
Not with a crown, or a throne up high,
But with servant hands and an eager "Why?"
She rose with purpose, baptized that day,
A heart turned to heaven, she led the way.
[Bridge]
She wasn’t a preacher, or a scribe with a pen,
But she opened her doors to the Gospel's men
She gave what she had, both humble and bold—
A house for the gospel more precious than gold.
[Chorus]
Open heart, open home,
She welcomed the gospel, she welcomed her own.
From the river to her table, the Spirit made a way,
And the church found a home where the faithful could stay.
Oh, Lydia, lady of grace,
You gave God your life, your love, and your place.
[Outro]
So here’s to the faithful, quiet and strong,
Who serve in the shadows and still move along
The kingdom of heaven with hands that give—
Like Lydia did… the life that she lived.