One disliked the preacher, then there were nine.
Nine little Christians stayed up very late;
One slept in on Sunday, then there were eight.
Eight little Christians on their way to heaven;
One took his own road, then there were seven.
Seven little Christians chirping like little chicks;
One disliked the song leader, then there were six.
Six little Christians seemed very much alive;
But one last his interest, then there were five.
Five little Christians pulling for heaven's shore;
But one stopped to rest, then there were four.
Four little Christians each as busy as a bee;
One got her feelings hurt, then there were three.
Three little Christians knew what to do;
One couldn't forgive, then there were two.
Two little Christians, our rhyme is nearly done;
Quarreled over petty stuff, then there was only one.
One little Christian, can't do much 'tis true;
But he brought his friend to Bible study, then there were two.
Two earnest Christians each won one more,
That doubled the number, now 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 a few short weeks, we'd have a 1024.
In this little jingle, there is a lesson true;
You either belong to "The Building" or "The Wrecking Crew."
