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A Ward’s Not A Ward But A Family

An LDS (Mormon) congregation is called a “ward”. We tend to grow rather close…

This ward’s not a ward, but a family
Together, we’ve laughed and we’ve cried;
From them we’ve learned Heaven’s teachings;
In them, we’ve seen them applied.

The ward where I live is so patient;
My children are not always stars;
In nursery they sneezed on their kneecaps;
As Scouts they have barfed in their cars

The ward where I live is perplexing;
As somehow it doesn’t seem right;
They’ll serve you like Ammon so faithful,
Then teepee your yard in the night!

We all are assigned to be shepherds
We minister mighty in power;
Yes, count on our visits like clockwork
On the month’s final day final hour.

Our friends know our weakness, yet smile;
As brothers and sisters we meet
Providing a touchstone of safety,
Of love, of acceptance complete.

The journey of life can be daunting;
It’s easy to stumble or slip;
It’s good to be steadied by others
Accompanying us on our trip.

This ward’s not a ward, but a family;
No matter the distance we roam;
We’re brothers and sisters and ever may be
One fold, one shepherd, one home.

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Wes Stephenson

Author, motorcyclist, poet, and adventurer. Let's journey together.



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