A teacher prayed this prayer at the close of Bible School.
"Thank you Lord for using me to be a teaching tool."
Thank you for enduring strength. I've needed it each day.
When faith seem to falter, I had only but to pray.
You promised me the moon and stars when you professed your love.
You'd climb the highest mountain, shout it from above. Jewels, they're be no end to these. For furs I'd never pine.
The largest of the castles, these things would all be mine. Promises are precious things, but, love and youth are bliss.
I didn't need the moon and stars. We settled for a kiss. Time has passed and love has grown. Let's see, just for fun.
Swifts rays of sun. a flame has
traveling from Olympia, Athens, to
There once was a young lady named Grace.
who wore a red bikini, twas lace.
When she jumped in to dunk,
her bikini, it shrunk.