FAMILY HISTORY
It does not matter what age you are
        the bug can nibble at you,
Something stirs deep inside you and then
        old records you look through.
Looking through old parish registers
        until you are cross eyed,
You think you have gone quite crazy
        Then that name is spied.
There is my great, great grandad being
        born such a long time ago,
Then I begin to hope and wonder how
        much farther back can I go?
Male and female, young and old seeking
        like detectives for clues,
Sometimes you search in vain for ages,
        begin to get the blues.
Then all of a sudden you look again where
        you have looked before,
And there is the person you have been seeking
        for a year or more.
Some people do it for a hobby, it is ranked
        at number one,
But we do it for a very good reason, although
        we admit it is fun.
We do it to free them, if they wish, from
        the bands of sin,
All they on the other side have to do is
        let the Saviour in.
Many thousands we have found, and hope
        to find many more,
So those who have not known the truth
        may their God adore.

M Ann Margetson November 20, 2001