| A small white church sits at the edge of town | | | | He was widely known as a Jesus fan |
| Some people said why don't you tear it down | | | | The church grew and grew and grew |
| After all, the congregation is only three or four | | | | The Lord added daily, sometimes one sometimes two |
| You might as well close the church door | | | | Faith and commitment to Christ the King |
| These few saints, faithful to the Lord | | | | Makes the heavens rejoice and the angels sing |
| Kept the door open though they could barely afford | | | | Ward Memorial is spreading the Good News |
| To pay the preacher, the utilities and the rest | | | | And the Lord is rapidly filling the pews |
| They gave from their hearts their very best | | | | This poem is a tribute to those faithful few |
| To the Lord in heaven they knelt in prayer | | | | And to the Lord who makes all things new |
| And committed Ward Memorial church to His care | | | | May Ward Memorial continue to be a light |
| He saw their faithfulness and began to bless | | | | And draw others to Jesus who makes things right. |
| And increased the congregation, I do confess | | | | Copyright 2005 Irvin L. |
| Brother Joe became their preacherman | | | | |