4-7-2011

Arlo & I were out in the storeroom movin stuff around and came upon this book of poems and stuff.... Chad had written in the front of it "Poems Written by my Mother" and we found this poem inside:

JUST A MISSIONARY

There he stands his head uncovered,
Shouting to the rushing throng,
Struggling through the human current
with his message and his song.

His companion staunch beside him
scattering tracts to those who pass,
and the mostly human river flows
along as smooth as glass

Few to listen some to ponder
More there be who rush on by
But the Elder goes on preaching
of the plan of God on High.

He is burning with the message,
He has brought from Zion's door,
And he pleads with those who listen
to repent and sin no more

Just a mormon missionary
in a strange unwelcome land,
But a man of strength and wisdom
Sanctioned by God's gracious hand.

Just a witness to the nation
of the gospel now restored.
But a faithful, willing servant
Blessed and prospered by the Lord.