By Priesthood Power I Bless this card
For a difficult hour, When Faith is hard.
When pain begins, Or fears assail
It's not for sins. Jesus bore the nail
For you and I That we might be
With tearless eye In Eternity.
But here and now We all must face
And keep our Vow To run the race.
So call on Him To give you strength
To heart and limb. And then, at length,
All will be well, As well can be.
And who can tell What things we'll see.
Remember this: I Love You, Dear.
And here's a kiss. X
Please, Have no fear.
Sometime between 1980 and 1985, my wife
had to spend some time in the hospital in Portland while I remained in Salem
working. As there was some danger to her life, I bought a card and
printed this poem within it. I added the following inscription: "Jane,
This card was blessed for comforting the sick by the authority of the
Melchisedek Priesthood that when you look upon it, you might be comforted,
remembering those who love you and care about you." I signed my name, and
the two witnesses of the blessing of the card, my son Ernie, and Michael L,
also signed it.
Search for Truth
There is a young man in our Church
Who once, through the scriptures did search.
He quickly repented,
And his spirit was mended,
So he wouldn't be left in the lurch.
A man with four wives from Salem,
Told them all that he’d never fail ‘em.
He’d have been a real dunce,
If he’d wed all at once,
For surely the sheriff would jail 'im.
I'm writin' this here poem
Just so's I kin tell ya hi!
But my time here am runnin' out,
So ah gotta say good-bye!
Air Is Funny
Air is funny, clear and thin.
When it's cold, it chills my chin.
When it's hot, it burns my face.
Old Jack Frost makes it ice-lace.
Rain Is Cold
Rain is cold, and wet, and slick.
Getting 'round can be a trick.
Not so bad, if you have an umbrella.
But without it, it can douse a fella.