We searched for the talents We searched long, in vain – And hoped for a miracle, soon, We asked everybody, Our panic was plain – For the exhibition – it was in June! Then, just when all hope was fading out – fast The Church doors flew open – wide! And, one by one, members shyly filed past, Their “hidden talents”, they carried, inside. There was cross stitch and back stitch, and purl and plain, Pebble-polishing, poetry and art There were bonnets and bedsocks and baby bootees And a “layette” that tugged at the heart. There was quilting and cushions – teddies with balloons, There were floral arrangements – in tubs – There were collections of glassware and bright silver spoons And a jigsaw and one old golf-club! There was a dainty dutch table, And those who were able Bought bountiful recipe books And if they try harder They’ll fill up their larder with concoctions – like “cordon-bleu” cooks! There was music to charm And, to keep you from harm, There were pancakes, all golden and hot, There were cakes by the score And tablet galore, And “face painting” to improve your “sad lot”! It is not my intention All names to mention As each, in some way, played a part, But the committee, on their knees, Trying desperately to please. Breathed a silent “amen” – from the heart! At the end of the two days, we held “Songs or Praise” Each hymn, a much beloved choice, The feeling was right, blest summer’s night To lift up our hearts and rejoice!