Scout's Own Ideas

OPENINGS for Scouts Owns

Enter this place of peace and be still
Listen for the voice that calms your anxious heart
Prepare for a joy that will rise and fill
This place with love and hope
Because YOU took part

God has created a new day;
Silver and Green and Gold,
Live that the sunset may find you
Worthy His gift to hold

Do not walk in front of me ; I may not follow
Do not walk behind me ; I may not lead the way,
Just Walk beside me, and be my friend

Here soon there will be ashes that once were trees
In spring, they gave us delight.
In summer, shade
In autumn, the colours of their falling leaves,
In winter, the beauty of their bare branches,
May our lives, like theirs, be lives of service.

Who hath smelt the wood smoke at twilight?
Who hath heard the birch log burning?
Who is quick to read the noises of the night?
Let him follow with the others,
For the young men’s feet are turning
To the camps of proved desire and known delight.

Rudyard Kipling

As the flames point upward, so be our aims,
As the red logs glow, so be out sympathies,
As the grey ash fades, so be our errors,
As this good fire warms us, so may our ideals warm the world.

The simple life and friendly cheer,
May all those find that gather here.

Spiritual Songs

Ezekiel Saw a Wheel

Ezekiel Saw a Wheel a rolling
Way in the middle of the air
A wheel within a wheel a rolling
Way in the middle of the air
And the big wheel ran by Faith
And the little wheel ran by the grace of God
Ezekiel Saw a Wheel a rolling
Way in the middle of the air

Ezekiel heard a bell a tolling …

Ezekiel saw a fire a burning …

Come and go with me

Oh come and go with me
To my Fathers house
To my Fathers house
To my Fathers house
Oh come and go with me Hallelujah
To my Fathers house
Where there’s Peace, peace, peace

There’s sweet communion there
In my Fathers House …

There’ll be no parting there
At my Fathers house …

Kum Bah Yah

Kum Bah Yah my Lord, Kum Bah Yah
Kum Bah Yah my Lord, Kum Bah Yah
Kum Bah Yah my Lord, Kum Bah Yah
Oh Lord, Kum Bah Yah

Someone's crying Lord, Kum Bah Yah
Someone's crying Lord, Kum Bah Yah
Someone's crying Lord, Kum Bah Yah
Oh Lord, Kum Bah Yah

Someone's praying Lord, Kum Bah Yah …

Someone's laughing Lord, Kum Bah Yah …

Michael Row the Boat Ashore

Michael row the boat ashore, Alleluia
Michael row the boat ashore, Alleluia

Sister, help to trim the sail, Alleluia
Sister, help to trim the sail, Alleluia

The Jordan River is chilly and cold, Alleluia
Chills the body, but not the soul, Alleluia

River Jordan is deep and wide, Alleluia
Milk and honey on the other side,



Go out into the world in peace
Be brave: keep hold of what is good.
Never pay back wrong for wrong:
Encourage the faint hearted.
Be always joyful: pray continually.
Give thanks whatever happens:
For this is what God wills for you.

May the road rise to meet you
May the wind be at your back
May the sun shine warmly on your face
May the rain fall softly on your field
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.
- Lee Turner



The paradox of our time is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers; wider free ways but narrower viewpoints. We spend more but have less; we buy more and enjoy it less. We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge but less judgment. We have more experts but more problems, more medicine but less wellness. We have multiplied our possessions but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom and hate too often. We have learned how to make a living but not a life and we’ve added years to life but not life to years. We have been all the way to the moon and back but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbour. We have conquered outer space but not inner space. We have cleaned up the air and polluted the soul. We’ve split the atom but not our prejudice. We have higher incomes but lower morals. We are long on quantity but short on quality. These are the times of tall men and short character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the times of world peace but domestic warfare. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce; fancier houses but broken homes. It is a time when there is much in the show window and nothing in the stockroom. This is a time where technology can bring this letter to you and a time when you can choose either to make a difference…

or just hit delete.

Written by a Columbine student

Mountain to Climb

How often we allow ourselves
To brood and get upset
About small things we should ignore
Or things we should forget.

Perhaps someone we helped so much
Has proved ungrateful in his need
Or some reward we thought we deserved
We never did receive.

We feel such disappointment
We lose sleep and appetite
It affects our entire attitude
And what we think of life

When we feel betrayed or disillusioned
Bitterness clouds our point of view
Then you should help someone who’s down
And help them their faith renew

We have such a short time here on Earth
We cheat ourselves of precious hours
If we let trivial grievances grow
We miss the beauty of sunsets and flowers

So let us learn to separate
The petty things from those that really count
The joy and blessings will fill our lives
And happiness will surely mount

If we devote our lives to worthwhile feelings
Happiness, joy and peace we’ll find
Instead of making mountains out of molehills
We can then look for mountains to climb.

A Modern Parable

Long ago when the world was very new a certain lobster decided that the Creator had made a mistake. He set up an appointment to discuss the matter.

“With all due respect” said the lobster, “I wish to complain about the way you designed my shell. You see, I just get used to one outer casing when I’ve got to shed it for another. Very inconvenient and a waste of time.”

“I see” the Creator replied. “But do you realize that it is the giving up of one shell that allows you to grow into another?”

“But I like myself just the way I am” said the lobster.

“Your mind is made up?” the Creator asked.

“Indeed” the lobster stated firmly.

“Very well” smiled the Creator “From now on your shell will not change and you may go about your business just as you are right now”

“That’s very kind of you” said the lobster, and left.

At first the lobster was content wearing the same old shell but as time passed, he found that his once light and comfortable shell was becoming quite heavy and tight. After awhile, in fact, the shell became so cumbersome, that he couldn’t feel anything at all outside himself. As a result he was constantly bumping into others. Finally it got to the point where he could hardly breathe so with great effort he went back to see the Creator.

“With all due respect” the lobster sighed, “contrary to what you promised my shell has not remained the same. It keeps shrinking”

“Not at all” smiled the Creator. “Your shell may have gotten a little thicker with age but it has remained the same size. You see” he continued, “what has happened is that you have changed inside, beneath you shell. You see” he continued, “ everything changes continuously. No one remains the same. That’s the way I’ve designed things. The wisest choice is to shed your old shell as you grow”

“I see” said the lobster “but you must admit it is occasionally inconvenient and a bit uncomfortable.”

“Yes” said the Creator, “but remember all growth carries with it both the possibility of discomfort and the potential for great joy as you discover new parts of yourself. After all you cannot have one without the other”

“That’s very sensible” said the lobster.

“If you like” offered the Creator, “I’ll tell you something more”

“Please do” said the lobster.

“When you let go of your shell and choose to grow”, said the Creator, “you build new strength within yourself. And in that strength, you’ll find new capacity to love yourself, to love those around you and to love life itself. This is my plan for each of you”

If You Stand Very Still

If you stand very still in the heart of a wood, you will hear many wonderful things.
The snap of a twig, the wind in the trees and the whirl of invisible wings.

If you stand very still in the turmoil of life and you wait for the voice from within,
You’ll be led down the quiet ways of wisdom and peace in a mad world of chaos and din

If you stand very still and hold to your faith, you will get all the help that you ask.

You will draw from the silence the things that you need
Hope, Courage and Strength for your Task.

God of Light

This is the God whose light illuminates all creation
The Creator of all from the beginning
He Was, He is and forever He shall be. He is in all and He sees all.
Glory be to that God who is in the fire,
Who is in the waters,
Who is in plants and trees,
Who is in all things in this vast creation.
Unto that Spirit be glory and glory

Hindu Svetasvatara Upanishad

O Great Spirit

O Great Spirit
Whose voice I hear in the winds
And whose breath gives life to all the world,
Hear me! I am small and weak
I need your strength and wisdom.

Let me walk in beauty and let my eyes
Ever behold the red and purple sunset
Make my hands respect the things You have made
And my ears sharp to hear Your voice.
Make me wise so that I can understand
The things that You taught my people.
Let me learn the lessons You have hidden
In every leaf and rock.
I seek strength, not to be greater than my brother,
But to fight my greatest enemy – myself.
Make me always ready to come to You
With clean hands and straight eyes,
So when life fades as the fading sunset,
My spirit may come to You
Without Shame

Sioux Indian – Children of the Red Cloud Indian School, S. Dakota

Abou Ben Adhem

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold:—
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the Presence in the room he said
"What writest thou?"—The vision raised its head,
And with a look made of all sweet accord,
Answered "The names of those who love the Lord."
"And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,"
Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerly still, and said "I pray thee, then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow men."

The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night
It came again with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blessed,
And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.

James Henry Leigh Hunt