Poem of Hattie May Wiatt

Hattie May Wiatt went to church
But found no room though she did search
The chapel was small
And filled wall to wall
No place to sit down, not a perch
A very large congregation
Finding seats a complication
She just wanted in
But how could she win
A Sunday School education
Books in hand and an offering
She waited almost wavering
But who could foretell
That Pastor Conwell
Would pity a child’s suffering
Like a rock, a giant boulder
Like a brave heroic soldier
So fearless and true
He took her right through
Carried Hattie on his shoulder
Sunday School, at last she was there
In a corner she found a chair
The very next day
They met by the way
The pastor had a dream to share
To build a large Sunday School room
He hoped to build it very soon
It would be awesome
Just one big problem
No money! How inopportune!
Then Hattie got sick by and by
Everyone prayed but she did die
God’s precious small girl
Had said her farewell
In God’s shining world she’s alive
Before God took her Hattie saved
For the Sunday School that she craved
Fifty seven cents
Her mother presents
A child’s gift from beyond the grave
The pastor told all the willing
The first amount for the building
From a little girl
Let’s give it a whirl
And bring her dream to fulfilling
This set in motion great events
But I won’t keep you in suspense
A house was acquired
The money inspired
By Hattie’s fifty seven cents
In those days church was in demand
And that church started to expand
Philadelphia
in Pennsylvania
A small child’s faith—God’s mighty hand
That’s not the end as you will see
That school grew quite remarkably
And now it has grown
And is quite well known
The Temple University
The Samaritan hospital
and the Garretson Hospital
Fifty seven cents
An impact immense
Hattie’s gift is responsible


Christmas reminds us all to share
A little child or millionaire
Giving to the least
We give it to Christ
For Jesus teaches us to care

Parody: Mustard Seed (Abilene)

C            E7             F             C
Mustard seed, mustard seed, smallest seed you’ve ever seen

D7                 G7                       C     F           C  G7
Faith so small but don’t demean the mustard seed, the mustard seed

C        E7
Sycamore, or alpine might 

F              C
Tell them both, “Move out of sight.”

D7                       G7
Faith to transplant them into the sea
           
C     F           C
the mustard seed, the mustard seed
C             E7            F             C
Mustard seed, mustard seed, smallest seed you’ve ever seen

D7                G7                       C     F           C  G7
Faith so small we can’t demean the mustard seed, the mustard seed

C                           E7
Increase our faith, was the apostles’ plea 

F               C
Faith so small, move a tree,

D7                 G7
Move a mountain in-to the sea
           
C     F           C
the mustard seed, the mustard seed
C             E7            F             C
Mustard seed, mustard seed, smallest seed you’ve ever seen

D7                G7                       C     F           C
Faith so small we can’t demean the mustard seed, the mustard seed

D7                G7                       C     F           C
Faith so small we can’t demean the mustard seed, the mustard seed

70 apostles

70 apostles he sent
on mission work two-by-two
The harvest's a big event
but the workers they are few

Pray for God to send others
Go like lambs in a wolf pack
Taking extra just smothers
Don't greet a soul on the track

Enter a house and say, "Peace!"
If you find peace-lovers there
then peace will only increase
So eat and drink what they share

Stay put, heal the sick and say
"The reign of God has come near"
but if they turn you away
rebuke them and disappear

Woe unto you Chorazin
Capernaum, Bethsaida too
Oh my, what trouble you're in
You reject God so you're through

Jesus had one thing to say
though the joy was really nice
a greater thing is in play
You are named in paradise


(Luke 10:1-20)

Feb, June and September

Feb, June and September
are months to take a break
Two, six, nine remember
it may be a mistake

The market may be down

so many sell in May
And then they will leave town
until a better day

But if the truth be known

July can come back strong
November too has shown
good profits when you're long

December's the cherry

but April is good too
March and January
can help you to accrue

October is a myth

It's weak but not the worst
September is forthwith
when profits are submersed

So heed advice my friend

Feb, June and September
I strongly recommend
your trading to defer

The Lord is my shepherd

The Lord is my shepherd, I don't lack anything
I can gladly lie down in the grass safe and filled
he leads me to water that's quiet and refreshing
he gives me my life back and helps me to rebuild

He kindly guides and leads me along the right track
your name receives honor with my ev-e-ry breath
whether coming or going I constantly walk
through the valley of darkness, the shadow of death

I will fear no evil, for you are close by me
the correction and protection I have from your rod
and your staff which guided and saved and set me free
those tools of the shepherd have been comfort from God

You set a table before me and make a spread
in the presence of my enemies round about
You honor and cleanse me by anointing my head
my cup of blessing is over full and flows out

Surely goodness and mercy will be my award
all the days of my life, they will be mine galore
I will live all my days in the house of the Lord
for length of days, forever and forever more

A risky game called life

We should not gamble the preacher said
but I gamble ev'ry day
I plant my wheat and I make my bread
but don't use chemical spray

Now ev'ry farmer's a gambler too
two to one our crop will grow
Sometimes it dies right out of the blue
a risk with nothing to show

It's not the gamble that is so wrong
but an all too risky bet
when the odds are really way too long
that's a plan we should forget

A lott-e-ry ticket's one bad bet
a slot machine is the same
An arts degree and that college debt
just as bad, a risky game

With better odds we can pay the bill
an eng-in-eer-ing deg-ree
a poker game for those with the skill
Nothing in life is risk free

So don't tell me I should not gamble
or I'll stay in bed all day
'cause getting out I just might stumble
break an arm and then I'll pay