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CLICKITY CLACK
Clickity, clickity, clack,
I will not call them back.
I sent my letters on a chase
To form words and make a base.
Clackity, clackity, click
It's almost like a trick,
When words fly upon the page,
Frame sentences of shrewd sage.
Clickity, clackity, clack
I finally got the knack,
The sentences now group to cells
Of paragraphs to tell my tales.
By Mariana Neff Pankratz

LOOK BEHIND
Look behind me and you will see
Goodness and Mercy; they are following me,
Throughout all the years of my life, they'll be there
To guide and help me, that wonderful pair.
If I should take some wrong roads with dead ends,
I know that behind me are some heavenly friends.
For my Lord does bless me and guide all my ways;
His love does uphold me throughout all my days.
So, Father, I thank You for showing you care.
To You I sing praises in unending prayer.
by Glenda McReynolds

THE CHURCH
The Church is not a buildiing
Or a place where people go,
The Church is not a program
Or a movement, to and fro;
The Church is just the people
In their fellowship of love
As they glorify their blessings
And the Father, up above.
The Church is just the mingling
In the warmth of Brotherhood,
When men are bound together
In the Christian Fatherhood;
And they share each other's triumphs,
Or their burdens, every day.
The Church is just the people
Sharing in the Christian way.
by Fred Statler