Farewell

So it’s come to the time to say goodbye To bid you a fond farewell We thought we’d pen you this little ditty Which may, at times, rhyme, or even be witty…

For the last eight years Through laughter and tears You’ve remained with us still At the corps in Gorse Hill

You’ve encouraged and inspired And our growth desired Shared yourselves in many ways Throughout all those days

With a quip or a joke You began when you spoke And we’re glad when we heard You sharing God’s word

From your life in the ‘force’ You spoke often, of course With tales of mishaps Funnier now, than then, perhaps

Of railways and Derby Of cats and footie We learnt some of your trends To help us be friends

And you let us join in With playing and singing So we’ll miss your rapport And care and support

Now you head to the west We wish you the best And as you go on your way On you God’s blessings we pray

We’ll sign off now As you take a bow And you turn to leave us From the family Deaves