When A Big Church Becomes Small

Have you ever pondered why?
The small church stayed the same?
Yet when calamity struck us down
It was the Big Church that came!

But what of the Big Church?
Well, it surely is wondrous
Hands lifted up by the hundreds
Music boisterous and thunderous!

Oh, they will come running
When they hear the Father call
The Big Church stoops down
To pick up those who fall.

For it matters not the size
In times such as these
We are Kingdom people—His
Together we pray on bended knees.

Have you ever pondered why?
A church remains so small?
The Big Church is the Small Church
We are Kingdom people—One and All.

Book by Kathleen Higham

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