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Let's recall the way it all began and turn back and take a look,
Upon those precious pages that we've all placed in our book.
The skies were saying their farewell to heaven's azure blue
With Indian Summer bringing forth a change in season's hue.
Excitement tingled through the air, there was going to be more changing.
And many lives were called upon to do some rearranging.
Lo here, lo there, the gathering had begun
From north to south, hence east, then west to make us all as one.
The one new ward in all the stake - oh we were so unique
For some were plucked from every ward for our new bishopric.
So our new home with opened door welcomed us all in
Our Bishop stood before us -- now just where would he begin!
He looked down upon our faces -- so many strangely new
He looked at empty benches and wondered what to do.
Then the spirit that we felt there was glowing, sweet at warm
He drew us close together and our new ward was born.
Now let's ponder just a moment -- the ways of a bishop's life
The many hours or caring and the labors and the strife
Then add to this -- and visualize what he was called to do
To start at the beginning and build a ward anew.
And as a shepherd on the hills looks on his flock with care
Bishop Moody looked on us and talked with God in prayer.
But with Brothers Fay and Clayton standing at his side
Then Martin, Lem and Stanley he knew the Lord would guide.
Their every action for these were humble men
Chosen to fulfill this call and willing to begin again.
Bishop Moody knew just how to organize and plan
Immaculately neat was he -- a concerned and sincere man.
Brother Jacobson we found, so humble in his way
Quiet mannered, duty bound and lived the gospel day by day.
Brother Clayton towering tall -- a twinkle in his eye
Understanding, full of love, and there to give his all & try.
No one could count the many hours that Brother Martin's given
He knew the records he'd record would be transferred to heaven.
I never passed his office that he wasn't on his chair
In fact I sometimes wondered if they'd just glued him there.
Brother Stanley's hurried footsteps, with brief case in his hand
Attending to his duties -- an enthusiastic man.
Always, always on the go and never quite content
Until he'd filled out all receipts -- & made sure our money was all spent.
No Lem was needed greatly among this group of men
He always knew just what to do and what to say and when.
When meetings got too heavy and the problems weighted down
Lem's quick wit would break the ice -- so nice to have around.
And let me speak right from my heart and most sincerely say
He truly loves his fellow men and walks the narrow way.
This story couldn't be complete without saying to each wife
We're grateful for the role you've played in your dear husband's life.
So it's time to close this chapter and give our thanks sincere
So many precious memories will cling from year to year.
May God look down and bless these lives and hold them in His care
I know He'll say to each, "Well done" when they meet him over there!
August 8, 1981
Delta 4th
Upon those precious pages that we've all placed in our book.
The skies were saying their farewell to heaven's azure blue
With Indian Summer bringing forth a change in season's hue.
Excitement tingled through the air, there was going to be more changing.
And many lives were called upon to do some rearranging.
Lo here, lo there, the gathering had begun
From north to south, hence east, then west to make us all as one.
The one new ward in all the stake - oh we were so unique
For some were plucked from every ward for our new bishopric.
So our new home with opened door welcomed us all in
Our Bishop stood before us -- now just where would he begin!
He looked down upon our faces -- so many strangely new
He looked at empty benches and wondered what to do.
Then the spirit that we felt there was glowing, sweet at warm
He drew us close together and our new ward was born.
Now let's ponder just a moment -- the ways of a bishop's life
The many hours or caring and the labors and the strife
Then add to this -- and visualize what he was called to do
To start at the beginning and build a ward anew.
And as a shepherd on the hills looks on his flock with care
Bishop Moody looked on us and talked with God in prayer.
But with Brothers Fay and Clayton standing at his side
Then Martin, Lem and Stanley he knew the Lord would guide.
Their every action for these were humble men
Chosen to fulfill this call and willing to begin again.
Bishop Moody knew just how to organize and plan
Immaculately neat was he -- a concerned and sincere man.
Brother Jacobson we found, so humble in his way
Quiet mannered, duty bound and lived the gospel day by day.
Brother Clayton towering tall -- a twinkle in his eye
Understanding, full of love, and there to give his all & try.
No one could count the many hours that Brother Martin's given
He knew the records he'd record would be transferred to heaven.
I never passed his office that he wasn't on his chair
In fact I sometimes wondered if they'd just glued him there.
Brother Stanley's hurried footsteps, with brief case in his hand
Attending to his duties -- an enthusiastic man.
Always, always on the go and never quite content
Until he'd filled out all receipts -- & made sure our money was all spent.
No Lem was needed greatly among this group of men
He always knew just what to do and what to say and when.
When meetings got too heavy and the problems weighted down
Lem's quick wit would break the ice -- so nice to have around.
And let me speak right from my heart and most sincerely say
He truly loves his fellow men and walks the narrow way.
This story couldn't be complete without saying to each wife
We're grateful for the role you've played in your dear husband's life.
So it's time to close this chapter and give our thanks sincere
So many precious memories will cling from year to year.
May God look down and bless these lives and hold them in His care
I know He'll say to each, "Well done" when they meet him over there!
August 8, 1981
Delta 4th
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