May we so live that if we died today
We'd have eternal life with the Master
Then we'd feel peace and be unafraid
When suddenly comes a disaster
When tragedy struck in 2001
Gone were well-laid out plans for pleasant futures
And all raced to their phones to speak with someone
For the precious moment of now it captures
What are we doing with today?
How fragile life. How certain death!
If only for tomorrows we pray
We're wasting away this days breath!
Tomorrows of change rarely come
Unless today we make the first step
Have we done something for anyone?
Opportunity's an endless debt!
There are words to say and gifts to give
There are souls to save and deeds to do
To extend the joy it is to live
Is to share our Lord's light all anew
As we turn from paths that lead us down
We can follow a star toward the light
As we quicken our step with courage found
Our joy's for today- in doing what's right
Can you hear the children's laughter?
Do you too have a song in your heart?
It's joy that we all should be after
That's from giving of what God does impart
For whom do we feel strongest emotions?
Surely it's not for someone we hate
For that is where we'll place our devotions
And regret is a dark friend at the gate
But, darkness can be dispelled with light
With service being the formula for peace
Those who follow the Master enjoy life
And, oh how our love for all does increase
President Thomas S. Monson
May We So Live
Ensign, August 2008, 5
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Teaching Requires Communication
Teaching requires communication
That encourages participation
And as engaged students raise up their hands
This action signifies desire to understand
Thus, permitting the Holy Ghost to teach
A personalized message best to reach
Through the use of agency one is taught
Those who are passive find they've received naught
Richard G. Scott
To Learn and Teach More Effectively
Devotional address 21 August 2007
That encourages participation
And as engaged students raise up their hands
This action signifies desire to understand
Thus, permitting the Holy Ghost to teach
A personalized message best to reach
Through the use of agency one is taught
Those who are passive find they've received naught
Richard G. Scott
To Learn and Teach More Effectively
Devotional address 21 August 2007
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Knowledge is Power
Knowledge is power
In the world today
As the fullness of light does shower
Towards the dawning of a brighter day
From all that we learn
And from our talents
We can bless and help others in turn
As learning and teaching does balance
The best known resource
For truth of all kinds
Is when the Holy Ghost guides our course
And spiritual promptings light our minds
Once a thought is lit
Our senses expand
And for our eternal benefit
God's true principles we more understand
Whatever we seek
We see, hear, and feel
As we pray for promptings and are meek
The precious impressions come to avail
With paper and pen
In a secure place
As though a new path of light burst open
We write things that come before our face
We've laws to obey
To gain this wisdom
But by faith, repentance, and prayer each day
The sweet whisperings of the spirit will come
........Richard G. Scott
To Learn and to Teach More Effectively
Devotional address 21 August 2007
A Passenger Jet Took Flight
A passenger jet took flight
In nineteen seventy-nine
To overlook the sight
Of a world white and sublime
To Antarctica and back
With preset coordinates
But, they were two degrees off track
As they descended for just minutes
The white of the clouds above
And the white of all that was below
Hid, till the panels sounded of
What was all in white- soon to show
It was too late, when they saw in terror
A volcano of 12,000 feet!
Twenty-eight miles off course from one error
Of a matter of just a few degrees!
All the passengers were killed on board
As the plane crashed into the volcano
From an error they went way off course
And became a lesson for all to know
In all our actions and all our roles
The longer it takes to get on course
The greater the distance from our goal
And come when it is too late- Oh, the remorse
When to laws we don't adhere
Irregardless of how we've strayed
The way back is certain and clear
As for us the Lord has paid
As we are agents unto ourselves
We should show gratitude for our lives
And measure our actions as one delves
Treasuring the journey as one strives
The difference between happiness
That's eternal and misery
Oft lies between our repentance
And our knowledge of mapery
A Matter of a Few Degrees
President Dieter F. Uchtdorf
Ensign May 2008, 57
In nineteen seventy-nine
To overlook the sight
Of a world white and sublime
To Antarctica and back
With preset coordinates
But, they were two degrees off track
As they descended for just minutes
The white of the clouds above
And the white of all that was below
Hid, till the panels sounded of
What was all in white- soon to show
It was too late, when they saw in terror
A volcano of 12,000 feet!
Twenty-eight miles off course from one error
Of a matter of just a few degrees!
All the passengers were killed on board
As the plane crashed into the volcano
From an error they went way off course
And became a lesson for all to know
In all our actions and all our roles
The longer it takes to get on course
The greater the distance from our goal
And come when it is too late- Oh, the remorse
When to laws we don't adhere
Irregardless of how we've strayed
The way back is certain and clear
As for us the Lord has paid
As we are agents unto ourselves
We should show gratitude for our lives
And measure our actions as one delves
Treasuring the journey as one strives
The difference between happiness
That's eternal and misery
Oft lies between our repentance
And our knowledge of mapery
A Matter of a Few Degrees
President Dieter F. Uchtdorf
Ensign May 2008, 57
Monday, July 28, 2008
With Open Eyes We See More Clearly

With open eyes we see more clearly
Of Christ's light to live life fully
And as we exercise humility
We receive loving resiliency
Before us lies a grand smorgasbord
That has been placed brilliantly before
And into us, there's joy to infuse
Where do we start and what do we choose?
As we pause to stand very still
We can see and know of God's will
There's much for us that's brightly lit
If we only seek to lay hold of it
For the meek, comes the greatest gift of all
That fills the soul with joy that enthrals
It is the purest love we can know
It is charity which sets us aglow
Thoughts from reading
Search Diligently in the Light of Christ
Wendy L. Watson
1997 Women's Conference
Economy and Money Flows
Economy and money flows
Who has it now? Nobody knows
Yesterday's conglomerates
Are tomorrows desperates
Sell something, be bold or fold
Or at least take stock in gold
Read the news. What's soon to fail
Is engulfed when it's cheap to bail
From progress to improvements
Old money moves to new movements
Yet, to all can come an inheritance
That's eternal which God to us grants
Given to the chosen, though He love's all the same
It's for the righteous, who are known by Christ's name
Who has it now? Nobody knows
Yesterday's conglomerates
Are tomorrows desperates
Sell something, be bold or fold
Or at least take stock in gold
Read the news. What's soon to fail
Is engulfed when it's cheap to bail
From progress to improvements
Old money moves to new movements
Yet, to all can come an inheritance
That's eternal which God to us grants
Given to the chosen, though He love's all the same
It's for the righteous, who are known by Christ's name
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Pioneer Day- Poems From What the Prophets Say
In remembrance of the pioneers
With full faith in their every footstep
The pioneers forged and tempered their souls
Without the Lord, they would be inept
May we too be true, in all of our roles
Elder Wirthlin - General Conference April 1997
Kinship
We have been blessed by the pioneers
They heeded the voice of the prophets with faith.
They showed courage despite their fears
and conquered the uncertainty of fate.
Dieter F. Uchtdorf, “Heeding the Voice of the Prophets,” Liahona, Jul 2008, 2–5
A Defense and a Refuge
After hiking as far as they could,
The apostles and the prophet stood.
High above the valley- their new home.
With God’s blessings no longer to roam.
To a walking stick, they tied a cloth.
On a high peak they waved it aloft.
As an ensign to all from the storm.
A raised standard of works to perform.
Here was "the place" that the Savior chose.
The blossoming desert, a unique rose.
Each pioneer had survived circumstance,
The cause of Zion could now advance!
The gospel message is now ours to preach
To our neighbors our example can reach.
Like the pioneers who had much from them taken.
We, through our trials, gain faith unshaken.
If we are doing the best that we can,
We can light a path for our fellow man.
As a candle placed upon a high peak
Our flame can burn bright for all who may seek.
-President Packer 85–88, Boyd K. Packer, Nov 2006, “A Defense and a Refuge, ” Liahona
The Passage of Time
The passage of time dims bad memories
And none too soon fades our worst worries.
The pioneer trail, where once tears fell like rain
Is now a roller coaster.... a runaway train.
For as crimes creep higher and spiral upward
Decency careens society downward
And who can escape as the ride moves faster?
This thrill of the moment speeds to disaster!
Can we muster the courage for today?
As modern pioneers can we show the Lord's way?
His path has been laid to eternity
May we blaze this trail bright with morality!
Thomas S. Monson 'Come Follow Me," Ensign, Jul 1988, 2
The Coming Tests and Trials and Glory
We stand today on a mountain peak
Humbled for there is much more to seek
In the midst of the mountains of Israel
There's a panavision that is surreal
To gain the height we have climbed up switches
Past forests of evil where much sin stretches
Past canyons, cliffs and crags where some plummet
We have struggled and reached this high summit:
Along the way, as we upward climb,
We pass roaring rivers of hate and crime
Still, we trudge forward. Sharp rocks cut our feet
How we are leery of jackals that we might meet!
The lion's lair, serpents coiled on ledges...
What is lurking in the brush along dark edges?
Yet, far in the distance, hidden in clouds,
A morning mist on Mt. Zion enshrouds.
This Mount is the grandest peak of all
Where Heavenly angels beckon and call.
Here assemble the church of the first born!
Looking back we see the the trails they have worn.
And the view is glorious! Yes, indeed!
We can hear praise for their every deed,
As Angel Moroni flies high in the midst.
From his trump, lo- hear whispers come up from the dust.
While angelic ministrants bless, bearing keys,
What is rolling forth to fill the earth with peace?
A little stone that is cut, all, without hands
Shorn from where the house of the Lord now stands.
As the stone breaks earthly kingdom's damage
Soon, it will smite the Babylonian image.
Then Elders can cry unto these many nations,
"Repent and assemble where e'er one stations!"
We see stakes and temples dotting the ground,
Where gifts, signs, and miracles abound.
As the sick are healed and the dead are raised
And the power of God, in song is praised.
Amidst this toil and sorrowful test
Their sacred covenants strengthen and bless.
God's elect are to progress, tutored and bred
While murderers try their good blood to shed.
We see Nauvoo in flames by those depraved.
We see snow and cold and death and graves.
With a new leader t'wards their promised land
"All is Well," they sing, as in faith, they band.
They lay their all, even their lives, on the altar
And proved, though driven, they will not falter.
They heed the prophet. Their faith is not weak.
T'wards Mt. Zion, it is God's will that they seek.
As our eyes watch all that lies below
We rejoice that there is much more to know.
With joy, we anticipate the dawn of tomorrow
Though we may face suffering and dampening sorrow.
We know we will yet face even greater perils
As we are proved and tested with our own severe trials.
May our shoes be off, when they are found
For then we stand upon holy ground.
As we ponder and count our bountiful blessings
We climb on and follow the pioneers old treadings.
Crest upon crest along their once charted course
Until, suddenly, we are hit with emotions full force.
So glorious... what we can see causes our hearts to rejoice,
For those with clean hands and pure hearts are sanctified and choice.
Yet, wretchedly, what we can see causes us to tremble,
As we weep for those who'se faithfulness had crumbled.
What wars and plagues which cover earth's kingdoms
As the wayward and worldly abuse rights and freedoms!
Even some of the elect drop to this low pattern
And fall by the wayside bruised, ashamed, and tattered!
But, the Lord's caravan must and does roll forward
To all the nations it presses onward and onward.
More and more missionaries share light and utterance
Ishmael's tribes will have their inheritance!
The now large stone breaks down the last barriers.
We can not stop, be idle, or tarry here.
For, we see saints, of the most high, worshipping
In Moscow, Saigon and in Peking
In Egypt, India, and Africa...
As contrails burst forth from America,
We see Saints of God all the world over
Standing with lights and guides that empower!
The ultimate symbol, brightly triumphant
The new generation takes a virtuous stand!
Crowned with God's power, defending His truth
We see great wisdom of those still in their youth.
This vision's not all sweetness, peace and light
There's greater evils, than at any past time.
As the Saints prepare to meet their God
Sinking depravity rides hardshod!
Hearts become heavy, full of foreboding
While liars, thieves and murderers all are found goading.
With blood, death, and carnage dark everywhere
Mankind's hearts are finding it hard to care.
Adulterers, fiends, and altered sexuals
Take the place of families as usuals.
They glorify all that is lewd and base
As the work of the Lord rolls on, more in haste.
Thus, Satan reigns in the hearts of men
and show his power with Gadiantons.
They'll fill the judgment seats of ruling nations.
They'll overthrow liberty with sedition.
Amist it all, still, there are revelations.
There are prophecies, prayers, and more visions.
There are new gifts, signs, and miracles
Yes, the Holy Spirit of God fulfills!
Amid this believing, souls are born again
Preparing for God and to dwell with Him.
Is it any wonder that we rejoice?
Amid commotion there is a still small voice.
The ungodly will be swept away from the church
As the little stone fills the whole earth.
The Zion of God will be found unmoved.
Amidst great trembling, the Mt. is best proved.
Ahead lies what's dark, dreary and dreadful.
Upon each issue we must be careful.
The blood of the martyrs will poor again
As though doors in Carthage enclose in.
We must heed the Prophet and Apostles
And let their words penetrate our auricles.
As whether in life or death, we will soon see
Our blessed Lord return nigh in Glory!
We will see New Jerusalem coming down
To join the Holy City with peace all around.
We shall mingle with Enoch's pure bright city
While we worship and serve divinity.
From peak to peak, hear the echoing strains?
"Glory to the Lord our God," we will acclaim!
We will sing the Psalms of the Restoration
And among things unlawful to even speak
Will come joy into the hearts of the faithful, meek.
Bruce R. McConkie, Ensign 1980 "The Coming Tests and Trials and Glory"
Give Heed Unto the Prophet's Words
In the promised land
During conference session,
Bad news came at hand...
"There's a stuck procession!"
Those in attendance
Gave heed, nigh at once.
Despite the distance...
They knew of storm-fronts!
They must brave their fears
Time was against them,
To save those pioneers
On the verge of death!
The blizzard stormed.
Twas terrible indeed.
Yet, rescue teams formed
For those in dire need.
In a selfless act
At SweetWater some laved.
Their faith was in tact.
They carried those they'd saved.
When the prophet called
Their love was heroic.
To serve no one stalled
Their wet clothes grew thick.
In conference we hear
What's for our best profit
His message is clear
May we heed our prophet
Give Heed Unto the Prophet's Words Elder Quentin L. Cook
"The Sabbath is a Holy Day"
On the Sabbath morning
I felt within my heart
That the Lord's day was holy
And purely set apart
As a soul that rejoices
I speak of heavenly things
Then join the choir voices
And with the angels sing
I rest from cares and labors,
The rushed duties of life,
And with my best endeavors
Reach forth to receive light.
With full dedication,
And feelings of peace and rest
There is education,
Through repentance, I'm blessed.
What I learn from a talk
I can know, "It is true!"
"This is the path to walk."
The spirit tells me anew.
I store up on wisdom.
We teach one another.
The ways of God's kingdom
Shares like no other!
As a memorial
We take the sacrament.
His life, His death, His burial
Gave us the atonement.
And this we must think on
As we partake of His emblems.
And, His ascension
Gladdens us to sing the hymns.
We ought to be careful
And partake worthily.
With tender hearts grown full
We engage more civilly.
We receive blessings
Each time that we partake.
The spirit impressing...
Of our sins, we forsake.
Now the day is not through...
As we attend more meetings.
This we do not simply do,
For that would be fleeting.
We are sustained through each calling
And need not to condemn.
The world would to find us falling
But, we are God's light for them.
In Christ, we must wash our robes
With His blood, they become white.
In heaven there will be more than probes
To see who is in the right.
We have got to arrive at
A state that is ever pure.
The spirit tell us what is fact
Thus, we can know for sure.
May the pioneers inspire.
How they traveled in peril!
The days became more dire.
They soon did not fair well.
Still, they were committed
And rested each Sabbath day.
Gods commandments are written.
Let us, too, show faith and obey.
"The Sabbath is a Holy Day", John Taylor, pg 107 Teachings of the Presidents of the Church
Mommy, Why?
Mommy, why are we leaving home
Where are we going, why must we roam?
How much longer on the ship? I'm sick
We've traveled so long on this Atlantic
I feel so very sick, I feel so weak
Do you see land? Please, Mommy, go and peek
Why must we bury her out to sea?
Can we sing a song for dear Mary?
Why must we walk so long and so far
Can I sit up there, high inside the cart?
Is this our new home, this little dugout?
Is this what Zion is really about?
One-sixth died on the journey, there to slumber.
They endured for us! Now look at our numbers!
Thomas S. Monson, "Come Follow Me," Ensign, Jul 1988, 2
Without freedom
How can one feel safe?
Act with wisdom
Or become a slave
Noah packed up
Though others jeered
Building was tough
But freedom neared
The pioneers
Left the known behind
Despite the tears
They'd freedom to find
What is security
And a comfortable life
Without liberty
And faith to help you strive
The World Needs Pioneers Today
BY PRESIDENT THOMAS S. MONSON
JULY 2013, ENSIGN
Liberty is the value of individuals to have agency (control over their own actions).
Liberty - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Liberty
He who sacrifices freedom for security will soon have neither.- Ben Franklin
With full faith in their every footstep
The pioneers forged and tempered their souls
Without the Lord, they would be inept
May we too be true, in all of our roles
Elder Wirthlin - General Conference April 1997
Kinship
We have been blessed by the pioneers
They heeded the voice of the prophets with faith.
They showed courage despite their fears
and conquered the uncertainty of fate.
Dieter F. Uchtdorf, “Heeding the Voice of the Prophets,” Liahona, Jul 2008, 2–5
A Defense and a Refuge
After hiking as far as they could,
The apostles and the prophet stood.
High above the valley- their new home.
With God’s blessings no longer to roam.
To a walking stick, they tied a cloth.
On a high peak they waved it aloft.
As an ensign to all from the storm.
A raised standard of works to perform.
Here was "the place" that the Savior chose.
The blossoming desert, a unique rose.
Each pioneer had survived circumstance,
The cause of Zion could now advance!
The gospel message is now ours to preach
To our neighbors our example can reach.
Like the pioneers who had much from them taken.
We, through our trials, gain faith unshaken.
If we are doing the best that we can,
We can light a path for our fellow man.
As a candle placed upon a high peak
Our flame can burn bright for all who may seek.
The Lord is our refuge and our defense
For our homes and our inheritance.
We must not attack or turn flighty
But, in faith, pray to our Almighty.
-President Packer 85–88, Boyd K. Packer, Nov 2006, “A Defense and a Refuge, ” Liahona
The Passage of Time
The passage of time dims bad memories
And none too soon fades our worst worries.
The pioneer trail, where once tears fell like rain
Is now a roller coaster.... a runaway train.
For as crimes creep higher and spiral upward
Decency careens society downward
And who can escape as the ride moves faster?
This thrill of the moment speeds to disaster!
Can we muster the courage for today?
As modern pioneers can we show the Lord's way?
His path has been laid to eternity
May we blaze this trail bright with morality!
Thomas S. Monson 'Come Follow Me," Ensign, Jul 1988, 2
The Coming Tests and Trials and Glory
We stand today on a mountain peak
Humbled for there is much more to seek
In the midst of the mountains of Israel
There's a panavision that is surreal
To gain the height we have climbed up switches
Past forests of evil where much sin stretches
Past canyons, cliffs and crags where some plummet
We have struggled and reached this high summit:
Along the way, as we upward climb,
We pass roaring rivers of hate and crime
Still, we trudge forward. Sharp rocks cut our feet
How we are leery of jackals that we might meet!
The lion's lair, serpents coiled on ledges...
What is lurking in the brush along dark edges?
Yet, far in the distance, hidden in clouds,
A morning mist on Mt. Zion enshrouds.
This Mount is the grandest peak of all
Where Heavenly angels beckon and call.
Here assemble the church of the first born!
Looking back we see the the trails they have worn.
And the view is glorious! Yes, indeed!
We can hear praise for their every deed,
As Angel Moroni flies high in the midst.
From his trump, lo- hear whispers come up from the dust.
While angelic ministrants bless, bearing keys,
What is rolling forth to fill the earth with peace?
A little stone that is cut, all, without hands
Shorn from where the house of the Lord now stands.
As the stone breaks earthly kingdom's damage
Soon, it will smite the Babylonian image.
Then Elders can cry unto these many nations,
"Repent and assemble where e'er one stations!"
We see stakes and temples dotting the ground,
Where gifts, signs, and miracles abound.
As the sick are healed and the dead are raised
And the power of God, in song is praised.
Amidst this toil and sorrowful test
Their sacred covenants strengthen and bless.
God's elect are to progress, tutored and bred
While murderers try their good blood to shed.
We see Nauvoo in flames by those depraved.
We see snow and cold and death and graves.
With a new leader t'wards their promised land
"All is Well," they sing, as in faith, they band.
They lay their all, even their lives, on the altar
And proved, though driven, they will not falter.
They heed the prophet. Their faith is not weak.
T'wards Mt. Zion, it is God's will that they seek.
As our eyes watch all that lies below
We rejoice that there is much more to know.
With joy, we anticipate the dawn of tomorrow
Though we may face suffering and dampening sorrow.
We know we will yet face even greater perils
As we are proved and tested with our own severe trials.
May our shoes be off, when they are found
For then we stand upon holy ground.
As we ponder and count our bountiful blessings
We climb on and follow the pioneers old treadings.
Crest upon crest along their once charted course
Until, suddenly, we are hit with emotions full force.
So glorious... what we can see causes our hearts to rejoice,
For those with clean hands and pure hearts are sanctified and choice.
Yet, wretchedly, what we can see causes us to tremble,
As we weep for those who'se faithfulness had crumbled.
What wars and plagues which cover earth's kingdoms
As the wayward and worldly abuse rights and freedoms!
Even some of the elect drop to this low pattern
And fall by the wayside bruised, ashamed, and tattered!
But, the Lord's caravan must and does roll forward
To all the nations it presses onward and onward.
More and more missionaries share light and utterance
Ishmael's tribes will have their inheritance!
The now large stone breaks down the last barriers.
We can not stop, be idle, or tarry here.
For, we see saints, of the most high, worshipping
In Moscow, Saigon and in Peking
In Egypt, India, and Africa...
As contrails burst forth from America,
We see Saints of God all the world over
Standing with lights and guides that empower!
The ultimate symbol, brightly triumphant
The new generation takes a virtuous stand!
Crowned with God's power, defending His truth
We see great wisdom of those still in their youth.
This vision's not all sweetness, peace and light
There's greater evils, than at any past time.
As the Saints prepare to meet their God
Sinking depravity rides hardshod!
Hearts become heavy, full of foreboding
While liars, thieves and murderers all are found goading.
With blood, death, and carnage dark everywhere
Mankind's hearts are finding it hard to care.
Adulterers, fiends, and altered sexuals
Take the place of families as usuals.
They glorify all that is lewd and base
As the work of the Lord rolls on, more in haste.
Thus, Satan reigns in the hearts of men
and show his power with Gadiantons.
They'll fill the judgment seats of ruling nations.
They'll overthrow liberty with sedition.
Amist it all, still, there are revelations.
There are prophecies, prayers, and more visions.
There are new gifts, signs, and miracles
Yes, the Holy Spirit of God fulfills!
Amid this believing, souls are born again
Preparing for God and to dwell with Him.
Is it any wonder that we rejoice?
Amid commotion there is a still small voice.
The ungodly will be swept away from the church
As the little stone fills the whole earth.
The Zion of God will be found unmoved.
Amidst great trembling, the Mt. is best proved.
Ahead lies what's dark, dreary and dreadful.
Upon each issue we must be careful.
The blood of the martyrs will poor again
As though doors in Carthage enclose in.
We must heed the Prophet and Apostles
And let their words penetrate our auricles.
As whether in life or death, we will soon see
Our blessed Lord return nigh in Glory!
We will see New Jerusalem coming down
To join the Holy City with peace all around.
We shall mingle with Enoch's pure bright city
While we worship and serve divinity.
From peak to peak, hear the echoing strains?
"Glory to the Lord our God," we will acclaim!
We will sing the Psalms of the Restoration
And among things unlawful to even speak
Will come joy into the hearts of the faithful, meek.
Bruce R. McConkie, Ensign 1980 "The Coming Tests and Trials and Glory"
Give Heed Unto the Prophet's Words
In the promised land
During conference session,
Bad news came at hand...
"There's a stuck procession!"
Those in attendance
Gave heed, nigh at once.
Despite the distance...
They knew of storm-fronts!
They must brave their fears
Time was against them,
To save those pioneers
On the verge of death!
The blizzard stormed.
Twas terrible indeed.
Yet, rescue teams formed
For those in dire need.
In a selfless act
At SweetWater some laved.
Their faith was in tact.
They carried those they'd saved.
When the prophet called
Their love was heroic.
To serve no one stalled
Their wet clothes grew thick.
May we not forget
May we act in like kind
Those in dire need, fret
And, of those may we find
In conference we hear
What's for our best profit
His message is clear
May we heed our prophet
Give Heed Unto the Prophet's Words Elder Quentin L. Cook
"The Sabbath is a Holy Day"
On the Sabbath morning
I felt within my heart
That the Lord's day was holy
And purely set apart
As a soul that rejoices
I speak of heavenly things
Then join the choir voices
And with the angels sing
I rest from cares and labors,
The rushed duties of life,
And with my best endeavors
Reach forth to receive light.
With full dedication,
And feelings of peace and rest
There is education,
Through repentance, I'm blessed.
What I learn from a talk
I can know, "It is true!"
"This is the path to walk."
The spirit tells me anew.
I store up on wisdom.
We teach one another.
The ways of God's kingdom
Shares like no other!
As a memorial
We take the sacrament.
His life, His death, His burial
Gave us the atonement.
And this we must think on
As we partake of His emblems.
And, His ascension
Gladdens us to sing the hymns.
We ought to be careful
And partake worthily.
With tender hearts grown full
We engage more civilly.
We receive blessings
Each time that we partake.
The spirit impressing...
Of our sins, we forsake.
Now the day is not through...
As we attend more meetings.
This we do not simply do,
For that would be fleeting.
We are sustained through each calling
And need not to condemn.
The world would to find us falling
But, we are God's light for them.
In Christ, we must wash our robes
With His blood, they become white.
In heaven there will be more than probes
To see who is in the right.
We have got to arrive at
A state that is ever pure.
The spirit tell us what is fact
Thus, we can know for sure.
May the pioneers inspire.
How they traveled in peril!
The days became more dire.
They soon did not fair well.
Still, they were committed
And rested each Sabbath day.
Gods commandments are written.
Let us, too, show faith and obey.
"The Sabbath is a Holy Day", John Taylor, pg 107 Teachings of the Presidents of the Church
Mommy, Why?
Mommy, why are we leaving home
Where are we going, why must we roam?
Come, come along, my dear precious one
We are going to live in Zion
There we'll build the city of our God
Come follow me, hold my hand and come...
How much longer on the ship? I'm sick
We've traveled so long on this Atlantic
Yes, the quarters are small, the voyage too long
But, we are together. Let us sing a glad song
With faith in the Lord we will be made strong
We will soon be in Zion, where we belong...
I feel so very sick, I feel so weak
Do you see land? Please, Mommy, go and peek
Yes, you stay with Mary and hold her hand
She has been too weak to even stand
Her lips are pale and I greatly fear
She is soon to pass through this "vale of tears"...
Why must we bury her out to sea?
Can we sing a song for dear Mary?
The Lord giveth, the Lord taketh away
Yes, little child, let us sing and let us pray
If we do according to God's will
He promises us we have "His peace... be still..."
Why must we walk so long and so far
Can I sit up there, high inside the cart?
We need to keep moving, just to stay warm
Come, and I will hold you under my arm
Here we must step and here we must press on
Until we reach the city of Zion...
Is this our new home, this little dugout?
Is this what Zion is really about?
This quilt can be our door, this short winter
For now all we need is a quick shelter
We have sacrificed and much we have conquered
May our trials always, truly, be remembered...
One-sixth died on the journey, there to slumber.
They endured for us! Now look at our numbers!
Thomas S. Monson, "Come Follow Me," Ensign, Jul 1988, 2
Without freedom
How can one feel safe?
Act with wisdom
Or become a slave
Noah packed up
Though others jeered
Building was tough
But freedom neared
The pioneers
Left the known behind
Despite the tears
They'd freedom to find
What is security
And a comfortable life
Without liberty
And faith to help you strive
The World Needs Pioneers Today
BY PRESIDENT THOMAS S. MONSON
JULY 2013, ENSIGN
Liberty is the value of individuals to have agency (control over their own actions).
We forget how the Greeks and Romans prevailed magnificently in a barbaric world and how that triumph ended—how a slackness and softness finally overcame them to their ruin. In the end, more than they wanted freedom, they wanted security and a comfortable life; and they lost all—comfort and security and freedom.
http://www.lds.org/liahona/2013/07/the-world-needs-pioneers-today?lang=eng
Liberty - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Liberty
He who sacrifices freedom for security will soon have neither.- Ben Franklin
Those who would give up Essential Liberty
to purchase a little Temporary Safety, deserve neither Liberty nor Safety. |
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The Captain of the Soul- Invictus/ The Soul's Captain by Elder Orson F. Whitney
Invictus by William E. Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance,
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
The Soul's Captain [The Answer]
by Elder Orson F. Whitney
of the Quorum of the Twelve
Art thou in truth? Then what of him
Who bought thee with his blood?
Who plunged into devouring seas
And snatched thee from the flood?
Who bore for all our fallen race
What none but him could bear.
The God who died that man might live,
And endless glory share?
Of what avail thy vaunted strength,
Apart from his vast might?
Pray that his Light may pierce the gloom,
That thou mayest see aright.
Men are as bubbles on the wave,
As leaves upon the tree.
Thou, captain of thy soul, forsooth
Who gave that place to thee?
Free will is thine — free agency
To wield for right or wrong;
But thou must answer unto him
To whom all souls belong.
Bend to the dust that head "unbowed,"
Small part of Life's great whole!
And see in him, and him alone,
The Captain of thy soul
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance,
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
The Soul's Captain [The Answer]
by Elder Orson F. Whitney
of the Quorum of the Twelve
Art thou in truth? Then what of him
Who bought thee with his blood?
Who plunged into devouring seas
And snatched thee from the flood?
Who bore for all our fallen race
What none but him could bear.
The God who died that man might live,
And endless glory share?
Of what avail thy vaunted strength,
Apart from his vast might?
Pray that his Light may pierce the gloom,
That thou mayest see aright.
Men are as bubbles on the wave,
As leaves upon the tree.
Thou, captain of thy soul, forsooth
Who gave that place to thee?
Free will is thine — free agency
To wield for right or wrong;
But thou must answer unto him
To whom all souls belong.
Bend to the dust that head "unbowed,"
Small part of Life's great whole!
And see in him, and him alone,
The Captain of thy soul
He's Been There Before
He's Been There Before by Elder Troy Whittle
The alarm bell rings at 6:30, I stumble to my feet
I grab my companions bedding and pull off his sheets
A groan fills the room, is it already time to arise?
It seems like just a second ago I was able to shut my eyes
The morning activities follow- study, prayer and such
When it's time to leave the apartment, you feel you haven't accomplished much
"We have a super day planned," My comp. says with a grin
I lowly utter a faithless breath, "Yeah, if anyone lets us in."
With the word of God and my faithful Schwinn, we ride off in the street prepared to
Face another day of humidity and heat
It's 9:30 in the evening, the day is almost through
My champion and I are riding home not accomplishing what we thought to do
We ride up to the mailbox, hoping to receive a lot
Only to look inside and hear my echo reverberate "air Box"
We go up to our apartment, the day is now complete
The only thing to show for our work is a case of blistery feet
It's past 10:30 p.m. My companion is fast asleep,
Silence engulfs me all about and I begin to weep
In the midst of sadness, I kneel down to pray
I need to talk to father, but I'm not sure what to say
"Oh, Father" I begin, "What happened to us today?
I thought we'd teach somebody, but everyone was away
My hands, my aching hands- worn, hurt and beat;
If our area was any smaller, we'd have knocked every street"
"Why on missions are the days so much alike?
The only difference about today was the flat tire on my bike
Will you send some cooler weather? The heat is killing me
I sweat so bad, it gets in my eyes, it's very hard to see"
"Why do I have to wear a helmet, isn't your protection enough?
People always laugh at me, and call me stupid stuff
Please send us investigators so I may give them what they lack
I want to give them Books of Mormon, the weight of them hurts my back"
"And what about my family: They don't have much to say
I'm sick of not hearing from home day after day after day
Oh Father, Why am I here am I just wasting time?
Sometimes I just want to go home, I'm sorry but that's on my mind"
"My companion, Heavenly Father, what are you giving me?
"The way he rides his bicycle, I don't think he can see
Now you have it, I can't go on, I don't know what to do
That, my Father in Heaven, is the prayer I have for you"
My prayer now finished, I stand up, then jump right into bed
I need my rest for tomorrow, we have another long day ahead
Sleep start to overtake me, I seem to drift away
Then it seems a vision takes me to another time in another day
I'm standing alone on the hill. The view is very nice
A man walks to wards me and says, "My name is Jesus Christ"
Tears of joy well up inside, I fall down to His feet
"Arise," He states, "Follow me to the shade. You and I need to speak"
My attention's towards my Savior, total and complete
He says, "Your mission is similar of what happened to me
I understand how you feel, I know what you're going through
In fact, it would be fair to say I've felt the same as you"
"I even know how you felt when no one listened to you
At times I felt not quite sure what else I could do
I know you don't like to ride a bicycle, for you a car would be sweet
Just remember the donkey I rode wasn't equipped with 21 speeds"
"I understand you don't like sweating, in fact it's something you hate
I remember when I sweat blood from ev’ry pore, oh the agony was great!
I see you don't like your companion- you'd rather have someone else-
I once had a companion named Judas who sold my life for wealth"
"It's hard to wear a helmet and have people make fun of you
I remember when they put thorns on my head and called me King of the Jews
So you feel burdened down by the weight of your pack
I recall how heavy the cross was when they slammed it on my back"
"Your hands hurt from tracting and knocking on doors all day
I guess when they pounded nails into mine, I ached in a similar way
It's hard not to hear from home when your family's not there to see
I lost communication on the cross and cried, "Father, why hast Thou forsaken me?"
"We have a lot in common, but there's a difference between us you see
I endured to the end and finished my mission, so follow and do like me"
He embraced me with His arms and His light filled me with His love
With tears in my eyes I watched as He went back to the Father above
I stood with awe and wonder when a beep rang in my head
I listened and heard the alarm, then realized I was in my bed
My companion let out a groan, "6:30 already, no way!"
I sat up and said, "Come on, I'll even carry your scriptures today!"
No matter what we go through, when we feel we can't take more
Just stop and think about Jesus Christ, He's been there before
By Elder Troy Whittle
Texas Houston Mission
The alarm bell rings at 6:30, I stumble to my feet
I grab my companions bedding and pull off his sheets
A groan fills the room, is it already time to arise?
It seems like just a second ago I was able to shut my eyes
The morning activities follow- study, prayer and such
When it's time to leave the apartment, you feel you haven't accomplished much
"We have a super day planned," My comp. says with a grin
I lowly utter a faithless breath, "Yeah, if anyone lets us in."
With the word of God and my faithful Schwinn, we ride off in the street prepared to
Face another day of humidity and heat
It's 9:30 in the evening, the day is almost through
My champion and I are riding home not accomplishing what we thought to do
We ride up to the mailbox, hoping to receive a lot
Only to look inside and hear my echo reverberate "air Box"
We go up to our apartment, the day is now complete
The only thing to show for our work is a case of blistery feet
It's past 10:30 p.m. My companion is fast asleep,
Silence engulfs me all about and I begin to weep
In the midst of sadness, I kneel down to pray
I need to talk to father, but I'm not sure what to say
"Oh, Father" I begin, "What happened to us today?
I thought we'd teach somebody, but everyone was away
My hands, my aching hands- worn, hurt and beat;
If our area was any smaller, we'd have knocked every street"
"Why on missions are the days so much alike?
The only difference about today was the flat tire on my bike
Will you send some cooler weather? The heat is killing me
I sweat so bad, it gets in my eyes, it's very hard to see"
"Why do I have to wear a helmet, isn't your protection enough?
People always laugh at me, and call me stupid stuff
Please send us investigators so I may give them what they lack
I want to give them Books of Mormon, the weight of them hurts my back"
"And what about my family: They don't have much to say
I'm sick of not hearing from home day after day after day
Oh Father, Why am I here am I just wasting time?
Sometimes I just want to go home, I'm sorry but that's on my mind"
"My companion, Heavenly Father, what are you giving me?
"The way he rides his bicycle, I don't think he can see
Now you have it, I can't go on, I don't know what to do
That, my Father in Heaven, is the prayer I have for you"
My prayer now finished, I stand up, then jump right into bed
I need my rest for tomorrow, we have another long day ahead
Sleep start to overtake me, I seem to drift away
Then it seems a vision takes me to another time in another day
I'm standing alone on the hill. The view is very nice
A man walks to wards me and says, "My name is Jesus Christ"
Tears of joy well up inside, I fall down to His feet
"Arise," He states, "Follow me to the shade. You and I need to speak"
My attention's towards my Savior, total and complete
He says, "Your mission is similar of what happened to me
I understand how you feel, I know what you're going through
In fact, it would be fair to say I've felt the same as you"
"I even know how you felt when no one listened to you
At times I felt not quite sure what else I could do
I know you don't like to ride a bicycle, for you a car would be sweet
Just remember the donkey I rode wasn't equipped with 21 speeds"
"I understand you don't like sweating, in fact it's something you hate
I remember when I sweat blood from ev’ry pore, oh the agony was great!
I see you don't like your companion- you'd rather have someone else-
I once had a companion named Judas who sold my life for wealth"
"It's hard to wear a helmet and have people make fun of you
I remember when they put thorns on my head and called me King of the Jews
So you feel burdened down by the weight of your pack
I recall how heavy the cross was when they slammed it on my back"
"Your hands hurt from tracting and knocking on doors all day
I guess when they pounded nails into mine, I ached in a similar way
It's hard not to hear from home when your family's not there to see
I lost communication on the cross and cried, "Father, why hast Thou forsaken me?"
"We have a lot in common, but there's a difference between us you see
I endured to the end and finished my mission, so follow and do like me"
He embraced me with His arms and His light filled me with His love
With tears in my eyes I watched as He went back to the Father above
I stood with awe and wonder when a beep rang in my head
I listened and heard the alarm, then realized I was in my bed
My companion let out a groan, "6:30 already, no way!"
I sat up and said, "Come on, I'll even carry your scriptures today!"
No matter what we go through, when we feel we can't take more
Just stop and think about Jesus Christ, He's been there before
By Elder Troy Whittle
Texas Houston Mission
The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints
These poems are my own thoughts and impressions as I study the gospel of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter- Day Saints
I encourage you to read from the Book of Mormon and the standard works, and listen to modern day prophets, also, that your mind and heart might be touched.
Kelly Miller
I encourage you to read from the Book of Mormon and the standard works, and listen to modern day prophets, also, that your mind and heart might be touched.
Kelly Miller
153 Countries Visited! June 2015
Global Statistics
Visits from 153 countries registered.
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1 | ![]() | June 15, 2015 | 82.86% | 25,281 | ||
2 | ![]() | June 14, 2015 | 2.61% | 795 | ||
3 | ![]() | June 13, 2015 | 2.42% | 737 | ||
4 | ![]() | June 13, 2015 | 1.81% | 551 | ||
5 | ![]() | June 14, 2015 | 1.35% | 412 | ||
6 | ![]() | June 14, 2015 | 0.99% | 303 | ||
7 | ![]() | June 14, 2015 | 0.79% | 241 | ||
8 | ![]() | June 14, 2015 | 0.58% | 176 | ||
9 | ![]() | May 15, 2015 | 0.49% | 151 | ||
10 | ![]() | June 3, 2015 | 0.40% | 121 | ||
11 | ![]() | June 8, 2015 | 0.34% | 105 | ||
12 | ![]() | Apr 20, 2015 | 0.26% | 80 | ||
13 | ![]() | June 3, 2015 | 0.21% | 64 | ||
14 | ![]() | June 5, 2015 | 0.14% | 44 | ||
15 | ![]() | Apr 17, 2015 | 0.14% | 42 | ||
16 | ![]() | Mar 21, 2015 | 0.13% | 41 | ||
17 | ![]() | Apr 28, 2015 | 0.13% | 41 | ||
18 | ![]() | June 8, 2015 | 0.13% | 39 | ||
19 | ![]() | May 28, 2015 | 0.12% | 38 | ||
20 | Europe | June 11, 2015 | 0.11% | 35 | ||
21 | ![]() | May 18, 2015 | 0.11% | 35 | ||
22 | ![]() | May 17, 2015 | 0.11% | 35 | ||
23 | ![]() | Apr 17, 2015 | 0.11% | 33 | ||
24 | ![]() | May 28, 2015 | 0.11% | 33 | ||
25 | ![]() | Apr 25, 2015 | 0.10% | 32 | ||
26 | ![]() | Apr 27, 2015 | 0.10% | 31 | ||
27 | ![]() | Feb 1, 2015 | 0.10% | 31 | ||
28 | - | May 10, 2015 | 0.10% | 31 | ||
29 | ![]() | Apr 5, 2015 | 0.10% | 30 | ||
30 | ![]() | May 19, 2015 | 0.10% | 29 | ||
31 | ![]() | June 1, 2015 | 0.09% | 28 | ||
32 | ![]() | June 14, 2015 | 0.09% | 28 | ||
33 | ![]() | May 18, 2015 | 0.09% | 26 | ||
34 | ![]() | May 8, 2015 | 0.09% | 26 | ||
35 | ![]() | May 5, 2015 | 0.08% | 24 | ||
36 | ![]() | May 10, 2015 | 0.08% | 23 | ||
37 | ![]() | May 1, 2015 | 0.07% | 20 | ||
38 | ![]() | Apr 4, 2015 | 0.07% | 20 | ||
39 | ![]() | Apr 18, 2015 | 0.07% | 20 | ||
40 | ![]() | May 29, 2015 | 0.07% | 20 | ||
41 | ![]() | Mar 23, 2015 | 0.06% | 19 | ||
42 | ![]() | Mar 25, 2015 | 0.06% | 19 | ||
43 | ![]() | Mar 28, 2015 | 0.06% | 18 | ||
44 | ![]() | May 17, 2015 | 0.06% | 18 | ||
45 | ![]() | Feb 27, 2015 | 0.06% | 17 | ||
46 | ![]() | May 8, 2015 | 0.06% | 17 | ||
47 | ![]() | May 30, 2015 | 0.05% | 16 | ||
48 | ![]() | Apr 12, 2015 | 0.05% | 16 | ||
49 | ![]() | Apr 6, 2015 | 0.05% | 15 | ||
50 | ![]() | Apr 10, 2015 | 0.05% | 14 | ||
51 | ![]() | Feb 23, 2015 | 0.05% | 14 | ||
52 | ![]() | Mar 10, 2015 | 0.05% | 14 | ||
53 | ![]() | Apr 8, 2015 | 0.04% | 13 | ||
54 | ![]() | Nov 24, 2014 | 0.04% | 13 | ||
55 | ![]() | June 1, 2015 | 0.04% | 13 | ||
56 | ![]() | Aug 18, 2014 | 0.04% | 12 | ||
57 | ![]() | Apr 13, 2015 | 0.04% | 12 | ||
58 | ![]() | Apr 6, 2015 | 0.04% | 12 | ||
59 | ![]() | Oct 29, 2014 | 0.04% | 12 | ||
60 | ![]() | Dec 9, 2014 | 0.04% | 11 | ||
61 | ![]() | Mar 12, 2015 | 0.04% | 11 | ||
62 | ![]() | Feb 16, 2015 | 0.03% | 10 | ||
63 | ![]() | Apr 28, 2015 | 0.03% | 10 | ||
64 | ![]() | Jan 19, 2015 | 0.03% | 9 | ||
65 | ![]() | Feb 5, 2015 | 0.03% | 9 | ||
66 | ![]() | Mar 30, 2015 | 0.03% | 9 | ||
67 | ![]() | Apr 4, 2015 | 0.03% | 9 | ||
68 | ![]() | May 8, 2015 | 0.03% | 9 | ||
69 | ![]() | Feb 4, 2015 | 0.03% | 8 | ||
70 | ![]() | Jan 9, 2015 | 0.03% | 8 | ||
71 | ![]() | Feb 27, 2015 | 0.03% | 8 | ||
72 | ![]() | Jan 24, 2015 | 0.03% | 8 | ||
73 | Asia/Pacific Region | June 9, 2015 | 0.03% | 8 | ||
74 | ![]() | Feb 6, 2015 | 0.02% | 7 | ||
75 | ![]() | Mar 21, 2015 | 0.02% | 7 | ||
76 | ![]() | Apr 10, 2015 | 0.02% | 7 | ||
77 | ![]() | June 2, 2015 | 0.02% | 7 | ||
78 | ![]() | Dec 16, 2014 | 0.02% | 7 | ||
79 | ![]() | Apr 7, 2015 | 0.02% | 6 | ||
80 | ![]() | Mar 3, 2015 | 0.02% | 6 | ||
81 | ![]() | Sept 28, 2014 | 0.02% | 6 | ||
82 | ![]() | Feb 25, 2015 | 0.02% | 6 | ||
83 | ![]() | June 6, 2015 | 0.02% | 6 | ||
84 | ![]() | May 7, 2015 | 0.02% | 6 | ||
85 | ![]() | Apr 23, 2015 | 0.02% | 5 | ||
86 | ![]() | Oct 30, 2014 | 0.02% | 5 | ||
87 | ![]() | June 3, 2015 | 0.02% | 5 | ||
88 | ![]() | Oct 27, 2014 | 0.02% | 5 | ||
89 | ![]() | June 23, 2014 | 0.02% | 5 | ||
90 | ![]() | Jan 19, 2015 | 0.02% | 5 | ||
91 | ![]() | Mar 23, 2015 | 0.02% | 5 | ||
92 | ![]() | Nov 23, 2014 | 0.02% | 5 | ||
93 | ![]() | Nov 11, 2014 | 0.02% | 5 | ||
94 | ![]() | Jan 16, 2015 | 0.02% | 5 | ||
95 | ![]() | Mar 10, 2015 | 0.02% | 5 | ||
96 | ![]() | Jan 15, 2015 | 0.02% | 5 | ||
97 | ![]() | May 8, 2015 | 0.02% | 5 | ||
98 | ![]() | Feb 27, 2015 | 0.01% | 4 | ||
99 | ![]() | Jan 23, 2015 | 0.01% | 4 | ||
100 | ![]() | Mar 22, 2015 | 0.01% | 4 | ||
101 | ![]() | Jan 20, 2015 | 0.01% | 4 | ||
102 | ![]() | Jan 13, 2015 | 0.01% | 4 | ||
103 | ![]() | Apr 29, 2014 | 0.01% | 4 | ||
104 | ![]() | Jan 14, 2015 | 0.01% | 4 | ||
105 | ![]() | Nov 29, 2014 | 0.01% | 3 | ||
106 | ![]() | Feb 11, 2014 | 0.01% | 3 | ||
107 | ![]() | July 23, 2014 | 0.01% | 3 | ||
108 | ![]() | Feb 19, 2015 | 0.01% | 3 | ||
109 | ![]() | Aug 1, 2014 | 0.01% | 3 | ||
110 | ![]() | Dec 20, 2014 | 0.01% | 3 | ||
111 | ![]() | June 8, 2015 | 0.01% | 3 | ||
112 | ![]() | May 14, 2014 | 0.01% | 3 | ||
113 | ![]() | Mar 3, 2015 | 0.01% | 2 | ||
114 | ![]() | Oct 22, 2014 | 0.01% | 2 | ||
115 | ![]() | Jan 12, 2015 | 0.01% | 2 | ||
116 | ![]() | June 20, 2014 | 0.01% | 2 | ||
117 | ![]() | May 19, 2015 | 0.01% | 2 | ||
118 | ![]() | June 23, 2014 | 0.01% | 2 | ||
119 | ![]() | Aug 4, 2014 | 0.01% | 2 | ||
120 | ![]() | Jan 28, 2015 | 0.01% | 2 | ||
121 | ![]() | Feb 20, 2015 | 0.01% | 2 | ||
122 | ![]() | May 12, 2014 | 0.01% | 2 | ||
123 | ![]() | Apr 29, 2015 | 0.01% | 2 | ||
124 | ![]() | Apr 26, 2015 | 0.01% | 2 | ||
125 | ![]() | Nov 1, 2013 | 0.01% | 2 | ||
126 | ![]() | June 30, 2013 | 0.01% | 2 | ||
127 | ![]() | July 18, 2014 | 0.01% | 2 | ||
128 | ![]() | Aug 17, 2014 | 0.01% | 2 | ||
129 | ![]() | Mar 12, 2013 | 0.01% | 2 | ||
130 | ![]() | Jan 8, 2015 | 0.01% | 2 | ||
131 | ![]() | Mar 20, 2015 | 0.01% | 2 | ||
132 | ![]() | May 27, 2013 | 0.00% | 1 | ||
133 | ![]() | July 27, 2014 | 0.00% | 1 | ||
134 | ![]() | Sept 16, 2013 | 0.00% | 1 | ||
135 | ![]() | July 18, 2014 | 0.00% | 1 | ||
136 | ![]() | Jan 12, 2013 | 0.00% | 1 | ||
137 | ![]() | Mar 14, 2015 | 0.00% | 1 | ||
138 | ![]() | Apr 22, 2013 | 0.00% | 1 | ||
139 | ![]() | Nov 19, 2014 | 0.00% | 1 | ||
140 | ![]() | Jan 9, 2015 | 0.00% | 1 | ||
141 | ![]() | May 29, 2014 | 0.00% | 1 | ||
142 | ![]() | Mar 10, 2013 | 0.00% | 1 | ||
143 | ![]() | Feb 1, 2015 | 0.00% | 1 | ||
144 | ![]() | Feb 21, 2013 | 0.00% | 1 | ||
145 | ![]() | June 20, 2014 | 0.00% | 1 | ||
146 | ![]() | Jan 9, 2014 | 0.00% | 1 | ||
147 | ![]() | Jan 3, 2014 | 0.00% | 1 | ||
148 | ![]() | Oct 9, 2014 | 0.00% | 1 | ||
149 | ![]() | Jan 27, 2014 | 0.00% | 1 | ||
150 | ![]() | June 16, 2014 | 0.00% | 1 | ||
151 | ![]() | Mar 30, 2013 | 0.00% | 1 | ||
152 | ![]() | Nov 30, 2014 | 0.00% | 1 | ||
153 | ![]() |