CHURCH VERSUS HAWAII

We love this Church I know,
It's true and really want to stay,
But we had a dream not long ago,
Be nice to get away,
We thought we'd like to sail away,
To some exotic shore,
And even though we stayed at home,
Our Fantasies could soar,
We thought about Hawaii,
And dreamed a dream or two,
So we packed imaginary bags,
As all good tourists do,
We decided on a Luau,
One not very big,
We didn't have an open pit,
And we didn't have a pig,
We may have fruit and cocoanuts,
But I'm sure we'll not have Poi,
But I hope we all will get,
Our fill of Christian Love and Joy,
We can't hear the breaking surf,
Nor hear the soft wind sigh,
But we can hear the cars and trucks,
As they go speeding by,
We don't have hula dancing girls,
Nor drums and fire that's true,
We do not have a single palm,
but oaks and pine should do,
We don't have miles of beaches here,
Nor Diamond Head that's true,
But we've got sun and moon and stars,
And a God to bless us too,
It's said Hawaiian music,
Is an international treat,
But our native Music-makers,
Are very hard to beat,
They say the natives use their hands,
to tell of life and love,
We also use our hands in praise,
for blessings from above,
A flower must be real nice,
when given as a gift,
But a hug and pat upon the back,
will also give a lift,
We think an orchid's special,
I guess they grow wild there,
But when we wear a happy smile,
there's not much to compare,
Our sun is sinking in the west,
not going down at sea,
The magic trip was lovely,
Just as nice as it could be,
But our party's nearly over,
so Aloha once again,
And though we know it's make-believe,
it's fun to just pretend.

AUTHOR: Margaret Shankland 1994