"THANKS!"

Thanks to every one of you who helped me move
        I guess that this just goes to prove
                How much one needs to have some friends.
It is hard to finally ones office close
        (As everyone of us sometimes knows)
                When the work your doing finally ends.

Yet you came in truck or car
        And you traveled kind of far
                To help me on this day.
Now it is difficult to show it
        Yet I want you all to know it
                Although it is not so easy to say.

You are all so very good and kind,
        And you were all of one mind
                To help this weak and weary man.
And no one did at all complain
        (I thank God that it did not rain)
                When you came to help old Pastor Van

So, now before I pillow my sleepy head
        After all that is done or said
                May I write this rhyme to you
For it is Christian folk, you know,
        Who can ease this world of woe.
                And it is friends like you that see us through

Thanks for helping as you did so well
        There are no words that can truly tell
                All of the help that you have really been
The feelings that one has as the office is cleaned
        Is different that one has ever dreamed
                You see, moving out is nothing at all like moving in.
Pastor Van, July 26, 1997