The Beauty of Life


The sun in the sky, the birds in the tress,

all of these things God created for me.

He showed me His plan in the premortal life

and said all the beauty can offset the strife.

All the creations denote He is there

We can not see him but surely he cares.

Into this world of sorrow and sin

each child was born, their life to begin.

Each of us came to learn how to grow

to make our decisions, through choice we would show

our commitment to follow his marvelous plan

to make it back to him as each of us can.

We can not know joy without feeling pain

the flowers, they grow because of the rain.

So now as I fight and stumble and cry

I remember he asks that only I try,

to keep my sights set on the glory above

to see the earth's beauty and know that he loves.

To My Mother

Run around and jump and play,

A brand new adventure everyday.

Watching the backhoes, flying a kite,

Seeing the airplanes, riding a bike.

Learning to color inside the lines,

Sometimes you miss but she says that's fine.

Climbing on rocks and hiking up mountains

Running through sprinklers and playing in fountains.

Learning to work in the garden outside,

Now that we're done, count to ten, time to hide!

Helping with laundry, learning to cook

Time for bed, now she reads us a book.

Bundle us up to play in the snow,

Snow forts and snowballs and sledding we go!

Mowing the grass and pulling the weeds

Planting the flowers, watch out for the bees!

All of these things I learned from my mother.

She taught me how to have love for another.

Going to church and singing fun songs,

Learning to choose the right, not the wrong.

She taught me about my Savior above

And my Heavenly Father's eternal love.

She taught me to pray morning and night

To read my scriptures and always be nice.

I watch her give of herself everyday

And hope that someday I can be the same way.

Never Give Up! Never Give In!

Savior, Redeemer, kind, loving friend,

No matter the challenge his love never ends.

 Through the thick and the thin, through the highs and the lows,

His strength will be with you where ever you go.

Do you trust Him enough to follow His path?

With so many that smirk, that point and then laugh.

The trail has been set, the rod is secure.

Just hold on tight. Do not be deterred.

The steps that you take will your whole life determine.

You must bring it home, not leave at the sermon.
 He's given us all that we need to survive

Follow His counsel, your spirit will thrive.

Bodies grow weak and bones oh so brittle

But compared to what's next it means very little.

The armor of God is what gets us through.

Read from the scriptures! They're waiting for you.

The knowledge inside more precious than gold.

Just keep on reading and more will unfold.

It's all that you need to stay in the right

Follow the guidance and you'll win the fight.

The Weaver

My Life is but a weaving
between my Lord and me;
I cannot choose the colors
He worketh steadily.

Oft times He weaveth sorrow
And I, in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper,
And I the under side.

Not til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why.

The dark threads are as needful
In the Weaver's skillful hand,
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.

He knows, He loves, He cares,
Nothing this truth can dim.
He gives His very best to those
Who leave the choice with Him.

~Author Unknown~