I apologize for not posting a poem last week, I forgot until it was too late. This is the poem I meant to post last week, and I hope I will be able to schedule my posts a week in advance from here on out, now that I have a bit of a buffer of poems.
This poem was written as I tried to think up words that would go to the tune of There is a Green Hill Far Away that would carry a similar meaning.
The Night my Savior Died for Me
The night my savior died for me
I wonder if I cried
To know the infinite sacrifice
Paid to make me divine.
The day my Savior rose again
Did I shed tears of joy
That I, engraved upon His palms
Could live with Him someday?
Whene’er my Savior answers me
And my beseeching prayer
I feel again His love for me
And His belonging care.
The times my Savior lives in me
I love with all my soul.
I yearn to give my all to Him
And through Him, be made whole.
During sacrament meeting today, I was reading the words of “I Stand All Amazed,” probably my favorite sacrament hymn. I pondered about the author, Charles H. Gabriel, someone who must have done a lot of pondering to be able to put such thoughts into words. I read a little bit about him, and found out he actually wrote a lot of hymns in his lifetime. I found one called “More Like the Master” that I really liked, and this poem is based on that one.
More Like My Savior
More like my Savior I would be,
More like the Man who died for me,
More courage to face the world standing with Him,
More strength to love those who are mired in sin.
More like my Savior, I consistently pray,
More gratitude, for blessings each day,
More humble, to follow His guidance and word,
More meek, to learn lessons from my loving Lord.
More like my Savior, I’ll learn and grow,
More determined to follow Him back home,
More willing to ask for His help when I fall,
More able to trust He’ll be there through it all.
May God Always be With You
May you be blessed and comforted,
May you be strong and true.
May your light shine so all the world can see,
For I’ve seen it in you.
May the Master Healer tend your wounds,
May the Good Shepherd watch over your soul,
May you feel love for all God’s children,
For your love can make them whole.
May you never regret your choices,
May you repent quickly whenever you need,
May peace and joy be your rewards,
For you let God succeed.
May you stand tall as you stand for truth,
May the devil fear your name,
May you choose to always fight God’s fight,
For you belong with him again.
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.
Originally published 09-13-19
I wrote this poem on 9/11:
I try not
for the strength to keep
winning my daily battles.
Now, I pray for the
to keep trying,
to keep fighting