As I was pondering what to write next, I had a flashback to my mission. The area was Sheboygan. My companion was Sister Thomas. The day was a preparation day, and I was bored, waiting for Sister Thomas to finish cleaning. In a moment of inspiration I picked up my pencil and this song was the result. It goes to the tune of 'Part of That World' from The Little Mermaid.
A Missionary's Dream
Look at this quad
Isn't it neat?
Wouldn't you say the marking's complete?
Wouldn't you say I'm prepared?
Prepared to start BAPTIZING!
Look at these talks . . .
Marked all in red
Got lots of scriptures all down in my head
Look through my backpack and see!
I've got everything!
I've got spare Book-of-Mormons a plenty
I've got pamphlets and pass-along cards galore
You want Proclamations on the Family?
I've got twenty!
But who cares?
No big deal!
I want more . . .
I want to be where the families are!
I want to see them reading their scriptures,
Praying sincerely and coming to church with their friends.
Knocking on doors doesn't get too far . . .
Members are required for lasting conversion
If only they knew what a difference their friendship could make!
When they reach out
And help their friends
And share the gospel with those close to them!
Watch and you'll see
Some day we'll be
The ones helping them!
What would I give if I could teach like Ammon or Aaron?
What would I pay to see new converts firm in the faith?
Wouldn't it be great if we could work
Hand in hand with our members.
No more tracting!
Sick of Sickles!
Where's the combine?
I'm ready to teach in the members' homes!
Ask them my questions and get some answers
Where did we come from before we came to this earth?
Then we could teach
And we could preach
And we could baptize all the day long!
Wouldn't it be great?
Oh, I can't wait!
It's a missionary's dream!
2 comments:
I guess our singing this song at the dinner table (probably on days when things like crab fettucini were on the menu and everyone else had already left the table) helped inspire you to missionary literary greatness. Remember how you always voted for me and helped me win the contest of who sounded the most like Ariel? Being the oldest had its advantages.
That's just like Kim...to be off writing missionary songs while the rest of us were voting on who sounded the most like Ariel, or looked like her. Or could pop out of the water in a swimming pool just like her (minus the shell bikini, of course). Great lyrics, Kim. Next verse, "A geneologist's dream"?
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