Boy Off To Creighton

BOY OFF TO CREIGHTON

By Lucille Casey Matreci

(think-sing excerpt from 1964 version of Boy off to Camp.

Words by Lucille (Allen Shepppard) Matreci

Dearest Bobby, Baby Brudder

This is from you little Mudder

I have cleaned out all electrodes

I thought surely then that I would explode!

The transistors and resistors

Didn’t raise a single blister

But the wires were a mire

And I thought then that surely I would expire.

But I straightened all the kinks out

And in bundles they do peek out

Of shoe boxes by the dozen

Small and large wires set me buzzing

I know kumquots for the cumquats

And the speakers from the touchnots

In the tin cans they do reside

Plastic covers, you peek inside.

I have sorted all your treasures

It did give me greatest pleasure

Dear Bobbieee – now Bobby Baby

can’t you see

All this sorting that I did did

Left me most tecked in the heart!-head

            Finished – Amy just walked in.  I tested my sing song out on her and she thought I ought to send it off to college to be refined.

God's Call

God’s Call

By Lucille Casey Matreci

God’s call will come to all of us

though earthly jobs may not be through

He wants us for eternity

And says “Come, now I need you.”

God’s call will come to all of us

We don’t know how, why, when or where -

It may be quick; it may be slow

Sometimes we feel it quite unfair.

God’s call will come to all of us

We cannot know his reason

When it comes, we must be ready

Regardless of the season.

God’s call will come to all of us

On earth we must prepare

For this everlasting journey;

Leave those behind for whom we care.

God’s call will come to all of us

Will I accept His will?

Can I be resigned, accept my fate?

Or will I say, “Please, just wait until…”

When Your call comes for me, Dear Lord

Take me, gently, by the hand

Erase the fear that I may feel

Please lead me to your promised land.

Help me do your will upon this earth

That I may heaven see

Prayerful, Thoughtful, Heaven-bound

When Your call comes for me.