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Sunday, March 24, 2024

Eternal Hope during our Sacred Journey

Eternal Hope during our Sacred Journey

The cross 

        a place of death, ending, and suffering.

The tomb

        a place to never get back up, not recovering.

Your life

         a place where things don't always look up, wondering.


At one moment, it switches.


The cross

        a place of love and anticipation.

The tomb

        a place of hope to our core foundation.

Your life

        a place of eternal salvation. 

Traducción en español 

La Cruz

         un lugar de muerte, fin y sufrimiento.

 La tumba

         un lugar para nunca volver a levantarse, no recuperarse.

 Su vida

          un lugar donde las cosas no siempre miran hacia arriba, preguntándose.


 En un momento, cambia.


 La Cruz

         un lugar de amor y anticipación.

 La tumba

         un lugar de esperanza para nuestra base fundamental.

 Su vida

         un lugar de salvación eterna.


Previous Poems

2023-04-09 #BecauseOfHim 

Have you heard that he will arrive.
Savior and King who helps us strive.
He prepared the temple for me,
To connect with the Father on bended knee.
Heavenly words shared to both of us
Given to understand and discuss.
A sacrament of supper to represent
His body and blood was spent.
He completed the transaction of the Law.
Atoned for all including every flaw.
His betrayal and trial led him
To give of his life which we sing in our hymns.
Started this great work to bring all
To know we can be saved, even big and small.
The great blessing of this Atonement remit.
Receive it. Practice it. Share it. Cherish it.



Other Poem written on 2023-04-09

Walked with us he did. Where is he now?
Prayed for us he did. Where is he now?
Teach to us he did. Where is he now?
Healed us he did. Where is he now?
Plead for us he did. Where is he now?
Call for us he did. Where is he now?
Come with us he did. Where is he now?
Calmed the storm he did. Where is he now?
Smiled at us he did. Where is he now?
Searched for us he did. Where is he now?
Bleed for us he did. Where is he now?
Save us all he did. Where is he now?
Where is he this Easter morning?
Risen from the grave.
He lives.
He is here. 
He saves me.
He bleeds for me.
He searches for me in those darkest of time.
He smiles at me and brightens my day.
He calms my storms.
He comes looking for me .
He calls me each week to follow him.
He pleads to the Father for me.
He heals my wounds.
He teaches me all things.
He prays to the Father for me. 
He walks before me each step I take.


Poem 2022 My Easter poem

Here I sit a stranger, humble to the core
My illness threatens and knocks at the door.
Grueling my recovery outlook has become
I fear that my life has never really begun.
With so much uncertainty I search in Faith
For Christ did help to remove this wraith.
By picture and word came the words 
"Be Not Afraid" for he is Lord of Lords.
Our Father's presence and comfort is felt
I rejoice as death's door is finally melt.
Giving thanks to our Father for the Son
For all things can be done.
At Easter time my mind is filled.
Through Christ all has been fulfilled.


Easter prayer 2020-04-12

I know how you feel.
I know what makes it real.
Really, how do you know?
What have you done that can show?
Oh my dear little one, how much have I done. 
Why, I have overcome all, and it really wasn't fun.
For you I have lost my life, so you can shine.
Remember it was the Father's will not mine.
It was a wise purpose by the creator.
A need for a resurrection a little while later.
All are caught by that awful monster 
But I have made it so all can prosper. 
Thank you Lord for now I see.
What you have done for me.


Poem 2019-04-21 My Easter poem

Here I sit a stranger, humble to the core
My illness threatens and knocks at the door.
Grueling my recovery outlook has become
I fear that my life has never really begun.
With so much uncertainty I search in Faith
For Christ did help to remove this wraith.
By picture and word came the words 
"Be Not Afraid" for he is Lord of Lords.
Our Father's presence and comfort is felt
I rejoice as death's door is finally melt.
Giving thanks to our Father for the Son
For all things can be done.
At Easter time my mind is filled.
Through Christ all has been fulfilled. 

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