Tonight, I’ll head out
with all the Deacons
as I’m sure I’ll do
in future seasons.
We’re off to Perris,
not the one in France.
Everything’s planned,
nothing’s left to chance.
I hope I can help
the boys to grow up;
I hope my cooking
don’t make them throw up.
I pray they will see
that we’re there for them,
for Heav’nly Father
thinks each one’s a gem.
