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.