There is a Bright Side

Look to, Jesus, the bright side

Of an otherwise gloomy picture

In the last days, come great signs

When He comes again, you'll be made sure!

President Benson acknowledged, “this is an unpleasant topic on which to dwell. I take no delight in its portrayal, nor do I look forward to the day when calamities shall come upon mankind. But these words are not my own; the Lord has spoken them.” He was quick to note, “to an otherwise gloomy picture there is a bright side—the coming of our Lord in all His glory. His coming will be both glorious and terrible, depending on the spiritual condition of those who remain.” Prepare Yourself

Participate

You can sit and attend the show

Or be a part of the final act

There's good and great things to know

As the end of days are action packed

We will not be the only actors

Good people are needed everywhere

As good against evil factors

Preparations must be made with care

The Savior will be coming

With great glory and fire

Look to what you're becoming

And for His return desire

The Bombs Fell Again, Today

The bombs fell again, today
Making the sky a dismal gray
The stock market too took a dive
Aren't we all glad we're yet alive?

When conflicts and wars get worse
Do we think we live in curse?
Will we spend on food or gas?
Do we wish this state would pass?

When so many do what's hard to tell
Is it no wonder our poor hearts fail?
The scriptures told of this anxious day
We are all in need of help for which we must pray

Yet, this is the best time, in light, to live
While mankind is being sifted with a sieve
Of our many trials, God is aware
And we can find Him, He is always there

God's breath will o'er power the murky stream
Uncovering the long neck's of vanity
In their jaws hang strong bridles
Keeping them turned to their idols

God's lips burn with anger
His tongue's waits with fire
His glor'ous voice shall be heard
His arms of lightnings never tire

The trumpets on the mountain
Announce His name afar
Unto each plain and nation
Reminds us of whom we are

Scatter, oh tempests and hailstones
Come to us and quake our bones
Ye, mighty one of Israel
Awaken us to feel

Rid us of our lofty anger
Help us in love more to linger
Oh, Lord bind up the breach
And heal our wounds, far to reach

Isaiah 30

The Final Scene

The director rehearses and recounts
According to the scripts accounts
And prepares the cast for the great day
When there will be no more help along the way

Each must know the name by which they're called
And recognize the voice that heralds
For those who're chosen must pass the test
And correct all their mistakes to be their best

Those who have the strongest lines and parts
Use all the energy of their hearts
Their feelings move those from all around
At those moments, not a person makes a sound

The greatest script of all times and places
Will one day be known by all the races
It's not fiction it's the actual.
And when the curtain calls- the play will be final!