My Life - Part 1 - my youth

Youth

I was born at a very young age,
to a pretty young lady and a fairly young sage.
They taught me all through my years
that I am worth more than just a few tears.
I’ve caused some tears of sorrow and joy
as I’ve struggled through my life, but boy,
I wouldn’t change an instant of it, except,
I’d have learned the gospel better and accept
all of the teachings of the prophets of old
written down experiences that have been told
to help us gain that testimony strong
that Jesus is the Christ and in not very long
we will experience that which has been told in story.
We’ll see him come again to earth in glory.

When I was a child, I and a buddy
stole a doll from a girl and made it all muddy.
Then we threw it into a near-full ditch
to cover our sin, but there was a glitch.
Someone saw our dastardly deed.
They called our parents who did heed
the news and made us repent of our mistake
and search the ditch banks with shovel and rake
to find that doll and return it back
to the little girl with hair shiny and black.

When I was older we had a great flood.
There was much water and lots of great mud.
To the church we went to get all of us shot
with typhoid shots, so none of us got
a dread disease that would make us sick.
Some of the kids went out into the flood to pick
out the good spots to play and wallow in the mire
where parents wouldn’t come and see us conspire
against one another and against friend or foe,
whether against Ronnie, or Shirla or Greg, or Joe.

As a teen I thought it was great fun
to take a girl out to the graveyard and run.
I’d tell stories about ghosts and those long gone
(making things up as I went along).
I hoped to cause such a horrible fear
the girl would want to stay very near.
One time, though, things went awry;
the car stalled and so by and bye
I couldn’t get it started again and then
we began to hear noises long and thin.
Those noises gave us both a fright
even when we turned on the light.

When I graduated from High School
I thought it’d be pretty cool
to go on a mission; visit and preach
the gospel to others; reason and teach
people who hadn’t yet received it.
So..onto my knees I went to visit
each morn and eve with Father in Heaven.
I asked for help to learn to leaven.
I asked for confirmation of my testimony small.
I even asked for an angel to teach me all
the things I’d need to know
as a missionary whe’er I’d go.
I never got any celestial view
but nonetheless I did learn and review
the lessons that I’d need to apply
to investigators in “El Uruguay”.