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More poems about Missions.

FOR ELDER WAYMENT
When the phone rang and they said the call was for me,
And then I heard your voice, my heart was filled with glee,
Memories flooded back to the teachings that came my way,
And that very special time of that great baptismal day.
I am eternally thankful for the gifts of truth and light
And the way you served with all your mind and might,
The blessings of the gospel have lead me ever on,
And one day I pray that when the final battle is won,
That we will meet at Jesus feet and for joy cry,
Feel His love and then breath a contented sigh.
For there is no better gift I was given through all my life
As the light of the gospel freed me from worry and strife,
So thank you dear Elder Wayment, one day I’ll tell you
Of my sweet gratitude for serving a mission right through.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson 11 October 2005
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