When Conditions Seem to Be Futile

When conditions are extremely brutal
And it seems our best efforts are futile
We still have so much to be thankful for
We've our life, family and we have much more

We must put our focus on all that's good
And on doing all that we know we should
We're given but what we can control
We have been blessed and our worth is untold

Suppress That

Suppress that anger and jealousy
Do not give in to the enemy
The spirit is injured as long chains grow
Till much of our liberty begins to go

The best inside of us can cave to entices
To a point we have virtues or we have vices
Our appetites are strengths that take us farther
Do not gormandize what comes from our Father

Hard drinks, each has an appetite for itself
Once deprived, it is an enemy to oneself
Healthy passions perpetuate joy and life
Prostitute them, you will soon have sin and strife

The whole lesson is that of subduing
To conquer pride will be our best doing
In our day of spiritual renaissance
There are established tools for best resistance

Surrender to God

In meekness and pain

He is all we've got

To become wholly sane

One of the three forms of temptations:
Temptation of the appetite or passion
my thoughts from reading
Pathways to Happiness
discourses of David O. McKay

In Each, There's Traits

In each, there's traits
We look upon
And then pick at
All too often

Our fellow man
Has tendencies
Some good, some bad
In frequencies

Let's praise the good
In everyone
We know we should
We've light grandsome

There is evil
That's all around
And some revile
Though good is found

Of conditions
We can speak up
With position
We'll rise above

Accentuate
The positive
And actuate
How best to live

Our society
Needs improvement,
Propriety
And agreement

There Are Feeling in the Breast That Cannot Be Expressed

There are feelings in the breast
That cannot be expressed
But, with music, then perhaps...
As to the past, we lapse

A familiar melody
Hummed so very softly
Brings back to us memories
Of childhoods' life of ease

Of when Mother sang to me
When I was just past three
I can almost hear her voice
And find my eyes turn moist

The many years she's been gone
Must add up on and on
But, oh, how I love her so
Her song forever flows

Even After Mother is Gone

Even after mother is gone
Her influence remains
As her labor is never done
The memory of her sustains

Her children must fill their lives
With what pays her tribute
Sons as husbands, daughters as wives
Her love, they distribute...
As they in turn contribute

Shall We Not Cry, When There's a Passing

Shall we not cry,
When there's a passing
Shall we not sigh,
With eyes downward casting

In the fresh grave
Now rests a dear loved one
Whom Christ does save
For each man, He has won

Death is a journey
Through an unseen thin veil
Where e'er we be
With Him, we will not fail

We Can Pay Tribute, As Did Christ

We can pay tribute, as did Christ
He showed complete obedience
When He was to be sacrificed
There was no regret or grievance

Soon the whole earth, He would ransome
He paid tribute to His mother
She contributed what He'd become
As she loved Him, like no other

He wanted Mary protected
Some of His last thoughts were of her
So she would not feel dejected
To look upon John, he offered

We all need someone to live for
Someone that we'd not disappoint
Someone who does not ask for more
Yet, their belief in us does annoint