Sleep escaped me last night, couldn't sleep a wink!

When I wrote those few comments last night it was through eyes that felt like sand and I could hardly keep them opened. You know that feeling. Well, I crawled into bed and fell asleep but only for a few hours. After waking up about 2:00 am, out of mostly a sound sleep, still in much need of rest-- my brain wouldn't shut off or let me go back to sleep!

It was one of those times that I gave up trying to sleep so I got up and put my eye patch on which was nearby my bed. I started to sort through some papers and a couple of boxes that I had put things into just to get out of the way temporarily.
Before I knew it, a half hour had passed and I was going like gangbusters! I had cleared out those stacks of papers and threw away most of it. Yes, aren't you proud of me?

Then, I glanced over at the table and there was my book of writings that were compiled into that First Book of Anna that sat next to my computer begging to be noticed. I had actually left opened the book to the page that I had written some thoughts about the priesthood and consecrated olive oil.

A week ago, one of the sisters at choir had asked if anyone had a poem or something written specifically to husbands for Father's Day. She was asking to use it to sing it. But, I remembered I had some verses that had I originally written as a Father's day tribute back the year son, Hank was getting ready to leave on his mission in 1983. Imagine, those verses were written twenty five years ago.

Well, being the late hour that it was, I decided to work on the verses since everything was so quiet, no TV or phones going to distract me. I wrote a revised edition of it and think it is even better than I expected it could ever be. It must have been the "eye patch" that opened up my creative sense and I let it rip (flow), as they say!!

And here it is, the finished product:


A Tribute to the Priesthood holders in my life which includes my SONS (and sons-in-law)

Fathers, Husbands and the Vial of Faith—

Power in the Priesthood

One day I was pondering the significance of
Consecrated olive oil. The thoughts occurred to me that something was much greater than the tiny vial of oil which I held in the palm of my hand.

To Fathers, and Husbands: Vial of Faith

This tiny vessel of oil which you hold represents countless blessings and power untold.

This same power formed the Earth,
And made the rushing waters divide—
And placed the moon and the sun, which gave us night and day,
It made the stars that glow so brightly at a distance so far away,

The Earth was created and blessed with beautiful plant life that brought forth flowers of every kind, followed by the animals that walk upon this blessed land.

This wondrous power created life and other worlds, creatures, and Adam and Eve.
This, your sacred charge given by God himself before time began--in eternity,

The Savior, Jesus Christ has taught us and said:

Heal the sick, the wounded, the widow edify,
Feed the poor and care for the fatherless child.
Bless your little ones, and your wife,
Keep my commandments and give praise.
For this sacred oil is an instrument of faith.

This holy, sacred power to thee He gives,
Bear it with honor all thy days, He commands.
And know that it links the heavens and earth, worlds without end.

We honor you, dear Fathers and husbands too, this day,
May this tiny vessel of oil remind you to honor it always, we pray.


By Anna McIntire revised June 5, 2008 All copyrights reserved

If you see any errors that need correcting please let me know, I am half asleep by now as I send this out for your eyes to decide. Any suggestions, welcomed.
Here I am being long-winded, again. My apologies. Oh Well.
Love, Mom