It had been there a good hundred years;
It stood in tribute to both joy and pain,
Well washed in those two kinds of tears.
When first it was built and God-sanctified,
It was filled with His love and His grace;
And over the years, God was so satisfied,
It became a most highly blest place.
It had not been in use for a very long time,
And around it, new buildings had sprung;
It now served as a target for mischief and crime,
And was defiled by the thoughtless and young.
The billboard went up on a Saturday night,
That's when church socials used to regale;
The sign was so big it near covered the site,
It read: "THIS LITTLE CHURCH IS FOR SALE."
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