The Building

Author Unknown
Ten Little Christians, standing in line,
One disliked the preacher, then there were nine.
Nine little Christians stayed up very late,
One slept too late on the Sabbath, then there were eight.
Eight little Christians on their way to Heaven,
One took the low road, then there were seven.
Seven little Christians chirping like some chicks,
One disliked the singing, then there were six.
Six little Christians seemed very much alive,
But one lost his interest then there were five.
Five little Christians pulling for heaven’s shore,
But one stopped to rest, then there were only four.
Four little Christians, each busy as a bee,
One got her feelings hurt, then there were three.
Three little Christians knew not what to do,
One joined the sporting crowd, then there were two.
Two little Christians, our rhyme is nearly done,
Differed with each other, then there was one.
One little Christian, can’t do much ‘tis true;
Brought his friend to Bible study, then there were two.
Two earnest Christians, each won one more,
That doubled the number, then there were four.
Four sincere Christians worked early and worked late,
Each won another, then there were eight.
Eight splendid Christians, if they doubled as before,
In just a few short weeks, we’d have 1,024.
In this little jingle, there is a lesson true,
You either belong to The Building, Or to the wrecking crew.

(Note: The above poem was read by Steven Kirby during the evening devotional on Wednesday, May 13.)