A Sweet Night of Fellowship
by: Lauren Hope
The air is crisp in the dark of night,
An no clouds cover the full moon bright.
Laughter and joy on the faces of all,
Kind words aplenty; no smile too small.
A fire burns brightly and keeps us all warm,
'Til hot dogs are brought out- then comes a swarm!
Little ones rush to roast (or to burn),
While older ones talk, waiting their turn.
Ketchup and mustard and pickels fly 'round,
While Duke the retriever's sniffing the ground.
Steaming hot cider warms us all through,
But homemade popped popcorn is quite tasty too!
Fruit salad in cups, and cookies galore,
I fear I must say, "It sure tastes like more!"
Our noses are tingling, and so are our toes,
We scoot toward the blaze 'til it warms both of those.
The fellowship's sweet in the glow of the moon,
But it's time to go home- it seems all to soon.
We say our goodbyes and we gather our things,
Refreshed, renewed for what the new day will bring.
Fellowship, fellowship, fellowship sweet;
Time spent with God's people is always a treat!