It was midnight on the ocean
Not a streetcar was in sight,
The sun was shining brightly
And it rained all day that night.
It was summer in the winter
And the snow was raining fast,
While the barefoot boy with his shoes on
Stood sitting in the grass
While the organ peeled potatoes,
Lard was rendered by the choir.
And when the Sexton rang the dishrag
Someone set the church on fire!
“Holy Smokes!” the Preacher shouted
And in the rain he lost his hair.
And now his head resembles Heaven,
For there is no parting there.
Absolute knowledge have I none
But my aunt’s washer woman’s son
Heard a policeman on his beat
Say to a laborer on the street
That he got a letter just last week
Hand written in the finest Greek
From a Chinese coolie in Timbuktu
Who said that a son in Cuba knew
Of a colored gent in a Texas town
Who got it straight from a circus clown
That a man in Klondike heard the news
From a band of Smooth American Jews
About some fellow from Borneo
Who knew a man who claimed to know
Of a hermit living beside a lake
Whose mother-in-law will undertake
To prove that a cousin’s sister’s neice
Has said in a finely written piece
That she has a son who knows a friend
Who knows the date the world will end.
Sacrament Meeting Talk – Dec 23, 2007
We know that when God answers our prayers he often uses other people to help Him answer them. And he sometimes uses us to answer the prayers of others.
I wonder, in the answering of our prayers, if he ever utilizes the input of our loved ones from the other side.
You see, I figure that Bro Goode was either inspired…by my dad, or he had a stupor of thought, but just wouldn’t give it up…when he asked me to speak…Let me explain. Continue reading Answers to Prayers
Mom had surgery Yesterday…You’re welcome very much!