Nine A.M.’s not early, no
‘Less your name is Cory, WhoaStarted teaching ‘round ‘bout ten
Mama Chris had us food then
Peanut butter, jelly too
Ham and cheese and chips, a fewKelly’s food got smushed, looked dead
“It’s a sammich,” Lora said
Off to ministry we drove
Way down past Campeche CoveMoved some stuff we all worked well
Up until old PK fell
Then to putt putt was our way
Oh, no, no, did Chloe sayWe were HOT ‘fore game was done
With her aiming, Kelly won
Had some artists in the crowd
Comic strip by Lora wowedWill Jimmy’s poor caped guy die?
Chloe’s guy to game said bye
Pizza followed up with floats
And Jimmy’s Visual Verse of noteMade some gifts for future spouse
Watched the fireworks from the house
Now it’s off to church you see
As we ponder puritySelf, friends, fam’ly, future mates
Here’s our pledge that True Love Waits.
Psalms 19:7 says, “The law of the Lord is perfect, reviving the soul. The statutes of the Lord are trustworthy, making
wise the simple.”
Father, walk with these students as they
make vows of purity. Amen.
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