I know how much I mess up, and I want to #GiveThanks for the divine gift of repentance.
For every stumble, there’s a helping hand,
Every wrong road has a way back.
For ever closed door, there’s an open one,
Every small light keeps off the black
For every missed chance, there’s a second one,
Every friend lost could return.
For every test failed, another’s given,
Every mistake is a fact learned.
For every pain, there’s a relief,
Every prayer has an answer.
For every sin there’s a solace,
Every debt has a Savior.
I got to give an Elder’s quorum lesson Sunday morning on the talk Ask, Seek, and Knock, by Milton Camargo. He discusses in that talk how revelation is something he is grateful for, and I agree. I don’t know where I would be without the “guiding, directing, comforting, and constant influence of the Holy Ghost”, as President Nelson put it, and so I want to #GiveThanks for the divine gift of revelation.
Have you ever been walking,
and tried to see how far you could walk
with your eyes closed?
I can’t walk very long —
a few seconds at most —
before anxiety and fear
force my eyes open,
even if just for a moment,
to see a snapshot of the path ahead
before I take one more step.
I wonder how I could possibly live
if I always walked like that,
with my eyes usually closed
to the path ahead of me.
Afterwards, I’m more grateful
for the gift of sight,
the sun’s guiding light,
the trees and path alike,
that I missed with my eyes held shut.
And then I think how often,
I go hours or even days,
without opening my eyes
in prayer to the Lord
and His wonderful light
that guides my eternal path.
Covenants, most often made
on mountains high and grand
are tested in the valleys
full of rocks and mud and sand.
Promises we make so easily
with eternity in view
seem to fade to unimportance
when we only see forward a step or two.
Vows to climb ever onward,
ever upward to the sky
may be forgotten when we face the cliffs
and see their daunting height.
But words are worth too much
to leave behind when times get tough.
They are the lifeline to hold on to
when present sight is not enough.
For who would climb the heights
of cliffs and mountains standing high
if they had not promised to climb them
however many times it took to try?
Who would take another step
into the darkest night
who had not once seen the joys of day
and gave their word to seek the light?
Who would climb the mountains high
and face the valley’s troubles
who had not covenanted to go on
through all life’s rugged struggles?
And who would reach the highest height
and travel through the lowest low?
Those who covenanted to seek the Best,
and follow Him back home.