“Who are these children coming down like gentle rain through darkened skies, with glory trailing from their feet as they go, and endless promise in their eyes?
Who are these young ones growing tall, growing strong, like silver trees against the storm; who will not bend with the wind or the change, but stand to fight the world alone?
These are the few, the warriors saved for Saturday; to come the last day of the world.
These are they, of Saturday. These are the strong, the warriors rising in their might to win the battle raging in the hearts of men, on Saturday.
Strangers from a realm of light, who have forgotten all – the memory of their former life and the purpose of their call.
And so, they must learn why they’re here, and who they really are.”
(From “Saturday’s Warrior,” lyrics by Doug Stewart).
Phil and Jan's Adventure in Tonga 