President Hadfield shared this poem in a talk he gave just yesterday in church. Many of you will recognize it, as he shared it with his missionaries often.
Love
The young man walked down the city street,
In a strange land, with his own home far away,
And his newness clashed with the echoing beat,
Of horse carts and cobbled streets.
And they say that he preached a better world
To those who loved their own,
And he prayed, “Oh God,”
I would that my good be known…
And no one understood…
The young man stopped in the pitted road,
His manner not shiny now, and gazed at humble folk,
And vaguely sensed the meaning of eternal days,
And preached, “Come follow me that you might have rest.”
And prayed, ”Oh God, help me to do my best.”
And few men understood…
The young man trudged down the country lane,
No stranger now, still searching those paths to roam
But somehow, unashamed a little older now became,
And deep within his heart he sang, “This place is home”
And he preached the brotherhood of man and peace and charity,
And prayed, “ Oh Lord that I might be worthy of such as these…
In some far eternity.
And lo, he understood...
Here are some pictures taken Saturday night at their stake's LDS prom
We still don't have details on the funeral arrangements. We'll keep you all posted on this website as soon as we know more. If you'd like to
contribute to a floral arrangement to be at the funeral, please contact me at emilyashworthallred(at)yahoo.com
And please remember that the Hadfields have asked for some space right now, so please hold off on phone calls for the next few days. I'm sure Hermana will appreciate letters and emails that she can read when she's ready. Her email address is
LexineHadfield(at)gmail.com (Please email me if you'd like to send her something through the mail. We'd like to avoid posting their address on a public blog.)
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Presidente Hadfield compartió este poema en un discurso que ha dado justo ayer en la iglesia.
Mucho de ustedes lo reconocerá, que ha compartido con los misioneros muchas veces.
Love
The young man walked down the city street,
In a strange land, with his own home far away,
And his newness clashed with the echoing beat,
Of horse carts and cobbled streets.
And they say that he preached a better world
To those who loved their own,
And he prayed, “Oh God,”
I would that my good be known…
And no one understood…
The young man stopped in the pitted road,
His manner not shiny now, and gazed at humble folk,
And vaguely sensed the meaning of eternal days,
And preached, “Come follow me that you might have rest.”
And prayed, ”Oh God, help me to do my best.”
And few men understood…
The young man trudged down the country lane,
No stranger now, still searching those paths to roam
But somehow, unashamed a little older now became,
And deep within his heart he sang, “This place is home”
And he preached the brotherhood of man and peace and charity,
And prayed, “ Oh Lord that I might be worthy of such as these…
In some far eternity.
And lo, he understood...
Arriba hay algunas fotos tomadas el sábado a la noche en el Baile de la Estaca.
Todavía no nos han informado detalles sobre el funeral. Les mantendremos informados por este blogspot tan rápido como sepamos. Si ustedes desean contribuir con un arreglo floral para que este en el funeral, por favor contactarse conmigo por medio del correo electrónico. emilyashworthallred@
yahoo.comPor favor recuerden que la Familia Hadfield ha pedido por tener su tiempo en este momento, por favor no realicen llamadas telefónicas por los próximos días. Estoy segura que la Hermana Hadfield apreciara las cartas y los correos electrónicos que podrá leer cuando ella este preparada. El correo electrónico de la Hermana Hadfield es
LexineHadfield(at)gmail.com (Por favor envíenme un correo electrónico si desean enviarle algo por correo a su hogar.)
"Somos hoy llamados al oeste, Somos obedientes al senor,
