For Peter

There's five of us in church today
But one of us is gone
The other members looked our way
For one of us that's gone
The Lord called out to him one day
To serve Him in another way
And while he's gone for him we'll pray
For one of us that's gone

And now he's in the MTC
This one of us that's gone
So well prepared he soon will be
This one of us that's gone
Then off he'll go to England's shores
To knock upon God's children's doors
And teach them of the truth restored
This one of us that's gone

With real intent we send our love
To one of us that's gone
And seek for blessings from above
For one of us that's gone
We've watched him as he's spiritually grown
And trust the Lord to bring him home
When gospel seeds he then has sown
This one of us that's gone

Primary Poetry

I frequently end up writing Primary talks for my kids.  They usually end up being rhymes about the topic.  I will post some of them here.  Perhaps they will be of use to someone else.  Check out the Primary Poetry page from the menu on the right.

Okay, so my new church job is cubmaster.  Imagine that,  a 65 year old cubmaster. I guess you just get better as you get older.  I'm sure it's good for the boys' egos - they can beat me at anything.  But then, Joseph is now a cub scout, and it gives me some time with him.  I'm sure that had something to do with it.  Anyway, I'm thinking up things to do at the Blue and Gold banquet next week.  I've written a little song to the tune of "My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean."  Here goes:

My cubmaster's lost in the mountains
My cubmaster's lost in the trees
My cubmaster's lost in my back yard
Bring back my cubmaster to me

Bring back, bring back
Bring back my cubmaster to me, to me.
Bring back, bring back
Bring back my cubmaster to me

My den leader doesn't like spiders
My den leader doesn't like bees
I brought her a worm for her birthday
Bring back my den leader to me

Bring back, bring back
Bring back my den leader to me, to me.
Bring back, bring back
Bring back my den leader to me

A cub scout will always eat candy
He'll even eat crackers and cheese
But if you serve spinach for breakfast
That cub scout you never will see

Bring back, bring back
Bring back that cub scout to me, to me.
Bring back, bring back
Bring back that cub scout to me