Little Christians came to church all the time.
One fell out with the preacher, and then there were nine.
Little Christians stayed up late,
One over slept on Sunday then there were eight.
Little Christians on their way to heaven,
One took the low road then there were seven.
Little Christians, chirping like chicks,
One didn't like the singing, then there were six.
Little Christians seemed very much alive,
One took a vacation then there were five,
Little Christians pulling for heavens shore,
One stopped to take a rest then there were four.
Little Christians each as busy as a bee,
One got his feelings hurt then there were three.
Little Christians couldn't decide what to do,
One couldn't have his way then there were two.
Little Christians each won one more,
Now don't you see two and two make four?
Little Christians worked early and late
Each brought one
Now there were eight
Little Christians if they double as before
In just seven Sundays we have one thousand and twenty four.
In this jingle there is a lesson true
You belong either to the building or to the wrecking crew
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