In the Nor' West, A land he loved best, Bishop Witt was well respected. Always in the air On a wing and a prayerThere's pleasure when he's expected From country that is brown From drought renown To winter green when summer ended. In everlastings we wallow When spring does follow, ; Bishop flies his vision splendid. So prepare the strip Away from the tip! Its time for baby's christening. The Bishop's on the wing On the air reported in And all the stations are listening. The missions that are lonely, And stations that are homely, Hail him with pure delight. Christian or not, He cares not a jotTo all he is their light. ©Colleen O'Grady
The Flying Bishop (A Tribute to Bishop Witt)
Updated: Nov 25, 2020
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