WHY DOES IT NOT EXIST?
It stands alone beneath the pine,|
Amid cold mountain air.
Its windows cracked its belfry tower,
Need tender loving care.
Its been so long since it was new,
And filled with songs of praise...
With hands held high to worship Him,
And choir voices raised.
I wonder what has happened here...
Why did the songs desist?
Did members leave and not return?
Why does it not exist?
The Lord began this little church...
I know it's not His will,
That it is gone and only dust
Remains on window sills.
THE LITTLE COUNTRY CHURCH CHALLENGE
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