Our Divinely Inspired Constitution

inspired by

 Dallin H. Oaks,

Ensign, Feb 1992, 68
“The Divinely Inspired Constitution, ”

Time is an Unknown

 

Time is an unknown for us all

At any moment our end can call

An accident or our body shuts down

Eventuality will be shown

Too, repentance calls for each

The opportunity awaits

The Lord is ever within reach

Till that unknown time...then, it's too late

All the while there's missed chances

Of  finding who you are meant to be

And loving experiences

That offer glimpses of eternity

What a precious gift is repentance

To come to know our Redeemer

To be freed and given a fresh chance

To be saved - atoned for, indeed

Please look long into the mirror

And see the love the Lord has for you

Imagine Him inviting, nearer

Offering what only repentance can do

Sanctification where you are clean anew

1 Corinthians 6:2 For he said, I have answered you in an acceptable time, and I have helped you on the day of salvation: behold, now is the acceptable time; and behold now is the day of salvation.

https://x.com/defense_of_fam/status/2058193295285592089?s=20

Wartime Miracle

inspired by:

President Thomas S. Monson in the Priesthood Session of General Conference on March 31, 2012

https://www.thechurchnews.com/2012/3/31/23225715/president-thomas-s-monson-willing-and-worthy-to-serve/2

A Pocket Full of Dreams

I always tell friends, to write a tribute and maybe it will touch me to write a poem.  Now I use AI and the poems come to life.  Vic's telling of his father, his hero, is so touching!

You made a better life for us

Leaving Italy and crossing the ocean blue

With a sixth grade education

and a pocket full of dreams to do

You were your effervescent self

Four years ago we could talk

Four months the words stopped

At four weeks you couldn't walk

Four days ago you went to sleep

And you never woke up

You were the smartest man I know

You filled my life with love

And how  I miss you so

You will always be my hero

https://x.com/VicLombardi/status/2058588207302971828?s=20

[Verse 1] You made a better life for us Leaving Italy And crossing the ocean blue With a sixth grade education And a pocket full of dreams to do You were your effervescent self [Verse 2] Four years ago we could talk Four months the words stopped At four weeks you couldn't walk Four days ago you went to sleep And you never woke up You were the smartest man I know [Chorus] You will always be my hero You will always be my hero How I miss you so How I miss you so [Verse 3] You filled my life with love In the way you looked at me In the way you held the line You taught me how to stand up straight And how to keep my heart in time Even now I hear your laugh [Bridge] I carry you in every room In every meal, in every prayer Your hands are in the work I do Your voice is still right there If I could give you one more day I would say the words I should have said [Chorus] You will always be my hero You will always be my hero How I miss you so How I miss you so [Outro] You made a better life for us And I will tell it true You will always be my hero I will always carry you

It Hurts a Bunch- Grief

Losing a loved one

Sickens like a gut punch

There are no words

Except it hurts...a bunch

Then time dulls the pain

And the words come out

You feel joy again

As you share about

Still, memories...pain 

A rip, a tear, a hole

In your heart a space

That will never be whole

[Verse 1] Losing a loved one Sickens like a gut punch There are no words Except it hurts...a bunch Then time dulls the pain And the words come out You feel joy again As you share about [Pre-Chorus] Still it catches you Out of nowhere One small memory And you’re back there It hits your chest Then lets you go But the scar stays Down below [Chorus] It hurts a bunch It hurts a bunch Say their name And it stings so much It hurts a bunch It hurts a bunch Love stays on Even when they’re gone [Verse 2] Still, memories...pain A rip, a tear, a hole In your heart a space That will never be whole But a laugh comes back In the middle of night And for one sweet breath It feels almost right [Pre-Chorus] Still it catches you Out of nowhere One small memory And you’re back there It hits your chest Then lets you go But the scar stays Down below [Chorus] It hurts a bunch It hurts a bunch Say their name And it stings so much It hurts a bunch It hurts a bunch Love stays on Even when they’re gone [Bridge] Some days you break Some days you mend Some days you whisper To the empty end And the hurt comes back Like a wave at dawn But your love lives there And it carries on [Final Chorus] It hurts a bunch It hurts a bunch Say their name And it stings so much It hurts a bunch It hurts a bunch Love stays on Even when they’re gone

The Lord's Day Is Set Apart

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.

On an Unmarked Path Towards Mayhem

On an unmarked path bent for mayhem

With a well-planned plot of persecution      

In brilliant white, an angel stopped them

And announced this was an intervention 

Due to the prayers of members they'd attacked 

And of his father's, the prophet!

how his pricked heart doubly hurt!

His eyes grew in fear. With his mouth agape, he fell back

As he was asked, "Why do you persecute the church?"

Yes the prayers of many and the many prayers of just one

Are heard, and angels can be sent by the Son

And his friends, his followers

The sons of the king

They carried Alma the Younger back

Unconscious, sleeping

Marveling, wondering

Alma the Younger was in quite a state

Reliving all he had done to persecute

All he had caused to join him and deviate

This tormented he saw himself of ill refute

And he repented avowed to make up for all of his hate

Yes the prayers of many and the many prayers of just one

Are heard, and angels can be sent by the Son

 

He recalled all he had learned in his youth

And that he had acted in open rebellion

For days he lay their unable to speak or move

And vowed he would never again be a hellion

He prayed for mercy feeling encircled 

by the everlasting chains of death

Light shown about and he saw multitudes

That needed to be taught and invited to be born again

Redeemed of their carnal state and he was invited too!

Yes the prayers of many and the many prayers of just one

Are heard, and angels can be sent by the Son

Yes the prayers of the repentant, too, are heard and answered by God

And snatched from the everlasting chains of death

To be forgiven, redeemed and born of God

Then he awoke and stood and testified of what he had seen and heard

And went to preach the gospel to one and all

Yes the prayers of many and the many prayers of just one

Are heard, and angels can be sent by the Son

Yes the prayers of the repentant, too, are heard and answered by God

Mosiah 27 https://bookmormon.org/mosiah-27/