He’d taken youth on journeys through tales of people past.
He’d entertained and taught them. His love for them was fast.
But teachers can’t continue forever in the schools.
Retirement impending, he couldn’t break the rules.
But his heart was set on teaching, on helping youth to grow.
How could he continue?
The Lord would let him know.
“You’ve taught them well and shown the way to gain from
books and text,
“But now your time needs to be spent with boys in freezing
tents.
“From tender footed cubs, you’ll fashion mighty men.
“Each badge will bring them closer to coming Home again.”
And so the history teacher, a Master has become
In motivating, guiding, and strengthening God’s sons.
He takes them to the pastures in sacred mountains where
Their souls can graze on lessons that God can teach them
there.
From week to week he pushes.
Their strength and honor grow.
To God and Country their hearts turn, their duty come to
know.
The fledgling wings are stretched out and heads are held up
high
As from the nest where eaglets grew, great Eagles fill the
sky.
Dear Brother Johnson, thank you, for all the time you give
That our boys may be Eagles, and soar to God, and live.
