The Best Two Years

The two years of my missionary service has come to an end.  I've always heard the term when referring to a mission "the best two years".  That statement could not be more precise.  I really don't know how to fully express myself when summing up my mission; so, I decided to write a little poem.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I love teaching the gospel
especially to the Jews


I have met a lot of people
Through out my mission
I just wish
I could take all of them fishing


I can't and I wont
Cuz that doesn't really matter
But if you'd like to...
I would be flattered


There is no doubt
That God lives
If you don't believe me
Well then here it is



Just look up into the sky
And you'll see God's hand
He is everywhere
And we are living His plan


I've seen people change
I've seen people grow
Here's a picture
Of this it shows

I will miss California

So very much

The extreme liberals and all

Yes the whole rowdy bunch

One thing is for certain
I will always hold dear
It's the people I've meet
In "the best two years"