The Pursells

Leaders, servants, tested and true

Pulled through the knotholes of life before you

Journey ahead down a dusty dark path

Prepared to help you avoiding the wrath

Like a lighthouse perched high on the rocks

Look to them to avoid coming knocks

Little blue church, listen

I've watched them I see it

They're steady and they love you

They want to bring you healing

They want to inform you of deeper things

And they need you too

They need to feel appreciated

Love them for me, please

Hug them, touch them

They need to know too

Be knit as one

Dance together, sing aloud

Sit down and break bread

Open your hearts, pour out your tears

Confess, pray, heal, prepare

The enemy throws a dark net

But God has informed the few

Listen, give heed, learn how to war

These are my parents, I bless them

"Dear woman here is your son"

"Young man, here is your mother"

Sit at one another's feet

Be yokefellows true

One spirit, one baptism, one body

The family of Life

Stephen Pursell, 10/07/02,

written to Trinity Bible Church to

honor my parents who were elders

in the spirit there