"THE WORKERS"
 
A "worker" I am told by Webster and Strong,
Is one who labors and toils, all the day long.
So I could not help ponder,  how "worker" came about,
And what gave that name, such powerful clout.
 
 

WORKERS ONLY

To the tune of Hymns Old and New #10:
Jesus Only is our Message

Workers only are our message,
Workers all our theme shall be,
We will lift up workers ever,
Workers only will we see.

THE TWO-BY-TWO SUNDAY

A deathly silence fills the room, naught but the pages turn,
As one by one they file in, their faces long and stern.
Mabel always takes the couch, she says the chairs to hard.
We think she plops down over there to stare into the yard.
 

CONVENTION FEVER

Ah, "Convention fever", I remember it well...
That special time at the end of the year.

We gathered together--from both far and near
To hear new workers and greet old friends
The spiritual "Year' had come to an end.

CONVENTION

Stiletto heels, lace and frills, men in suit and tie,
Neatly dressed in Sunday best, you pass the neighbors by
"Going to a wedding? they ask, as I grab my daughter's arm
"No we're off to convention," I say, "in a tent on a cattle farm."
 

In the Fashion of Rathmolyon

'Bout early May* or so they start to gather up for preps,
Older workers, middle aged and new ones taking steps.
They gather on a farm away from all the city noise;
Whatever age they'll always be 'the girls' and 'the boys'.
They work all week and Saturdays they bring in all the 'friends',
It seems no matter how much help, the work just never ends.