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Feist of a Rally Day

In many churches around the world, this coming Sunday is "Rally Day"! It's the Sunday most churches return to Sunday school programs for the just begin school year. We will be having cookies, sharing scripture and devotions, and painting a banner to be displayed in worship space throughout this school year. We also will be singing some songs like "This little light of mine", "Peace like a river" and a lyrical spin off of Feist's pop hit "1 ,2 , 3 , 4."

So for honesty's sake, I'm borrowing the tune of "1, 2, 3, 4" and plugging in words that will fit for Sunday school (Don't worry, I'm not selling my adaptation - this is just for fun.) If you would like to hear the original, check out the video below and below that is my switch-a-roo for the words.

If you would like to join us at First Lutheran Church on 120 Chandler Street in Jamestown for Rally Day - we'd love for you to join us. Contemporary worship is at 9am, Rally Day at 10am and Traditional worship is at 11am.

Have a great rally day out there, I'll let you know how "1,2,3,4" goes!


1, 2, 3, 4… Sunday school song - adapted from Feist's song "1,2,3,4." Feist also made a version for Sesame Street, really!


One, two, three four – It’s time for Sunday school. We sing, we pray, we honor God this day.Learning about love is what we’re here for. Give it to others as we head out the door.

One, two three, four – God loves you that’s for sure. In the day and the night – God holds us tight.Learning about love is what we’re here for. Give it to others as we head out the door.

Preschool, grade school, middle and high school – Grown-ups and tots – God loves us a lot.We have God’s hope for the tears people cry – Take love to the world – we will try.

Ohh oh ho - God’s changing our hearts – Ohh oh ho He know who we are. 4XS

One two three four five six nine and ten – Jesus is the way to God and covers sin.
One two three four five six nine and ten – Holy Spirit watches over till we meet again.

One, two, three four – It’s time for Sunday school. We sing, we pray, we honor God this day.

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