PRAYERS & POEMS FOR SCOUTERS

A Eagle Scout Prayer Of Thanks

By Tom Stelling

Circle Ten Council

Lord, Thank you for letting me be a Tiger Scout.
It was really neat going to the Fire Station.

Lord; Thank you for letting me be a Bobcat,
I learned the Law of the Pack.

Lord; Thank you for letting me be a Wolf,
I learned about our Flag and to display it.

Lord; Thank you for letting me be a Bear,
I learned how to make a Birdhouse.

Lord; Thank you for letting me be a Webelos Scout,
I earned my Readyman Pin, and my Arrow of Light.

Lord; Thank you for letting me learn the Scout salute, sign and handclasp so that I could be a Scout.

Lord; Thank you for letting me be a Tenderfoot,
I learned the Scout Oath.

Lord; Thank you for letting me be a Second Class Scout,
I learned how to start a fire and cook my food.

Lord; Thank you for letting me be a First Class Scout,
I learned how to find directions without a compass.

Lord; Thank you for letting me be a Star Scout,
I earned my First Aid Merit Badge.

Lord; Thank you for letting me be a Life Scout,
I earned my Citizenship in the Nation Merit Badge.

Lord; Thank you for letting me be an Eagle Scout,
I earned a total of twenty one Merit Badges.

Along the way I have learned so very much,
but most of all I learned to say thank you.

Lord; Thank you for my Mother and Father, my Scout leaders, my Merit Badge Councilors, all my teachers both in Scouting and in School.

Lord; Thank you for my fellow Scouts whom encouraged and challenged me along the way.

Lord; Thank you for letting me be who I am YOUR SON.   AMEN

Roundtable Opening Prayer

Cub Scout Roundtable Leader’s Guide

Oh, god, we thank you for the vision of the people who have come before us to make the world a better place.  Help us to remember as we work with our Cub Scouts that only you know what the future holds for them and what their place in history will be.  Help us allow them to follow their dreams and to persevere so that they too can soar to new heights.  Amen

Astronaut Frank Borman’s Prayer

Santa Clara County Council

This could be used during opening or closing by having the Cub Scouts and their families form a large circle. Then having the Cubmaster explain that he will be saying a prayer, which was broadcast to earth by U.S. Astronaut Frank Borman, while on a moon-orbiting mission in December, 1968.

 “Give us, O God, the vision which can see the love in the world, in spite of our failure. Give us the faith to trust Thy goodness in spite of our ignorance and weakness. Give us the knowledge that we may continue to pray with understanding hearts, and show us what each one of us can do to set forward the spirit of universal peace.”

Drug Problem

From my friend from the Philmont Pow Wow Seminar, Keri of Indian Waters Council in South Carolina

I had a drug problem when I was young.

I was drug to church on Sunday morning,

I was drug to church for weddings and funerals.

I was drug to family reunions no matter the weather.

I was drug to the bus stop to go to school every weekday. 

I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults and teachers. 

I was drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents.

Those drugs are still in my veins; and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say, and think.

They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin, and if today's children had this kind of drug problem, America would certainly be a better place.

Many A Cub Scout I'm Sure

Heart of America Council

Many a Cub Scout I'm sure

Has dreamed of becoming an astronaut,

And we should always remember

That these dreams are not for naught,

Most of our present astronauts

Were Scouts when they were young,

The Training that this program gives

Has praises to be sung.

Just as the men in space exploration

Tackle their jobs with a courageous, firm hand,

We should tackle our earthbound problems

To make this a better land.

As we preserve our environment

By increasing our knowledge each day,

Using courage and imagination

In the Scouting-Astronaut way.

Children Are Like Kites

Santa Clara County Council

You spend years trying to get them off the ground.

You run with them until you are both breathless. They crash ... they hit the roof ... you patch, comfort and assure them that someday they will fly.

Finally, they are airborne.

They need more string, and you keep letting it out.

They tug, and with each twist of the twine, there is sadness that goes with joy.

The kite becomes more distant, you know it won't be long before that beautiful creature will snap the lifeline that binds you together and will soar as meant to soar ... free and alone.

Only then do you know that you have done your job.