Sarah Folkersen

Twas the morning of Christmas
in two thousand four
with presents all opened
and longing for more

One last gift unopened
left under the tree
a gift we give humbly
to the whole family

This gift has a value
no other can match
we hope the true meaning
your hearts will attach

We give it in honor
for the work she has done
her earning, your yearning
the Young Women's Medallion

Now there may be a leper
whose bandage is missing
but so many an African face
that is glistening

The Lord doesn't measure
our success from a book,
but rather turns inward
to our hearts He will look

Sarah's heart was as pure
in her love for mankind
as any who follow Him
heart, might and mind

So this gift we give you
with much joy and pleasure
a gift for you all
meant to honor and treasure