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We gathered up at
Melrose, in the southern Flinders Ranges
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| All the kids had
brought spare clothes, their towels and their bathers |
| Most traveled from a
fair way, leaving mums and dads behind |
| To come to “Camp Willochra” to see what we
could find. |
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| From 5 years old to
late teenagers we made a pretty darn good mob |
| With the kitchen staff
and organizers doing a truly top-notch job |
| As they fed the hungry
hordes, kept us happy, kept us busy – |
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Father Alun isn’t part of all
this fun stuff camping, is he? |
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| We had worship, we had
singing we had lots of art and craft |
| If you couldn’t have
good fun up here I’d say you must be daft |
| There was swimming,
there was cricket, and the ringing of the bell |
| Called us all for food
or worship, and we all have tales to tell |
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| Kids who usually go to
bed at 8 were still up past eleven |
| With excitement in
their voices, - is this camp a taste of heaven? |
| Nestled under Mount
Remarkable with trees and birds around us |
| Lord Jesus gave his son
for us, so nothing should astound us |
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| All the chapel fans had
streamers, red, green, yellow, blue and pink |
| With sermons, skits and
songs to make us heed and make us think |
| Why are we here upon
God’s earth, why did He put us here? |
| As we praise Him for His love, while still His
wrath we fear. |
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| Thirty kids and a dozen
adults came to feel and share His love |
| To give of ourselves to
one another, and to our Lord God up above |
| We had prayers to rap
music, dance and karaoke too |
| And a box of Christmas
presents, with a tag, addressed “To You” |
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| Some Cadbury’s Roses
chocolates, and a remote controlled car |
| A hand-made pot, (from
Rosie) and an empty perfume jar |
| Led to the story of
God’s gift to us, Jesus, born on Christmas day |
| In a stable in
Jerusalem nestled there amongst the hay |
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| Then we finished with a
surfing film, with waves as high as trees |
| God’s message was in
that as well – Tim Curran
surfed with ease |
| So we all gained from
our weekend, filled with praise and friends and fun |
| And we’ll come back
in a year or so, each and every one. |
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| We thank You Lord for
the fun we’ve had, and the new friends we have made |
| As we shared our lives
with others, as we swam, and as we played |
| As we yabbered ‘til
past midnight, with very few asleep |
| It’s a weekend to
give thanks for, one that our memories will keep |
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| Jeff
Cook, Minlaton 5575
mailto:jeffcookpoet@bigpond.com |
