Farewell Elder Roberts

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Here is a copy of the poem that Hugh read at the end of his farewell talk.

“Holes” by Robbie Pierce

I had been in that hole for a very long time

In the dark and the damp, in the cold and the slime.

The shaft was above me; I could see it quite clear

But there’s no way I ever could reach it from here.

Nor could I remember the world way up there

So I lost all my hope and gave in to despair.

I knew nothing but darkness, the floor, and the walls

Then off in the distance I heard someone call:

“Get up! Get ready! There’s nothing the matter.

Take rocks and old sticks and build up a fine ladder.”

This had never occurred to me–had not crossed my mind.

But I started to stack all the stones I could find.

When I ran out of stones, then old sticks were my goal,

For one way or another I’d get out of that hole.

So I soon had a ladder that was sturdy and tall

And I thought, “I’ll soon leave this place once and for all.”

I climbed up my ladder. It was no easy chore,

For from lifting those boulders, my shoulders were sore.

I climbed on up the ladder, but soon had to stop

For my ladder stopped short–some ten feet from the top.

I climbed back down my ladder and started to cry

I’d done all I could do. I gave my best try.

And in spite of my work, in this hole I must die.

And all I could do was to sit and think, “Why?”

Was my ladder too short? Or my hole much too deep

Then from way upon high came a voice, “Do not weep.”

And then faith, hope, and love entered into my chest

As the voice said to me that I’d done my best.

He said, “You’ve worked very hard, and your labor’s been rough,

But the ladder you’ve built is at last tall enough.

Do not despair. You have reason to hope

just climb up your ladder; I’ll throw down my rope.”

I climbed up the ladder, then climbed up the cord.

When I got to the top, there stood the Lord.

I couldn’t be happier; my struggle was done.

I blinked in the brightness that came from the Son.

I fell to the ground, His feet did I kiss

I cried, “What can I do to repay thee for this?”

Then He looked all about Him. There were holes in the ground

They had people inside, and were seen all around

There were thousands of holes that were damp, dark, and deep

Then the Lord turned to me and He said, “Feed my sheep.”

Then He went on His way to help other lost souls,

And I got right to work, calling down to the holes:

“Get up! Get ready! There’s nothing the matter.

Take rocks and old sticks and build up a fine ladder.”

It now was my turn to spread the good word.

The most glorious message that man ever heard.

That there’s one who is willing to save one and all

And we’ve got to be ready when He gives the call.

He’ll pull us all out of the hole that we’re in

And save all our souls from death and from sin.

So do not lose faith; there is reason to hope

just build up your ladder; He’ll throw down His rope.

 

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3 thoughts on “Farewell Elder Roberts

  1. Thank you so much for sharing. I have a new favorite poem. I felt your strong spirit and your love for all of God’s children. You will be a great missionary. I cried most of the way. Love you so much, grandma Jo

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  2. Wow! Your talk made us so excited. Spirit-filled for sure. You have felt the Holy Ghost in your life. You are on fire! Thanks for this great talk. Love you. Grandma Nedra

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