Heavenly MotherI wonderWhy do we call HimOur "Heavenly Father"?Is it possibleThat we may haveA Heavenly Mother, too?She must be beautifulKind and lovingInfinitely wiseEverythingThat a true motherCan and should be.The gleam in her eyesMust rival the stars;The brightness of her smileMust exceed the sun.I wonderIf there was ever a timeWhen I lay in her arms,My head on her heartSometimesI fancy I can hearHer sweet voice telling meHow much she loves me,How much she misses me.If there truly is a Heavenly Mother,Why is itThat we hardly ever hear of her?In all the holy scriptures,No mention is made of her.Why?I think I know.The Lord's name,Along with Jesus Christ's name,Are abused right and left.People are constantlyTaking God's name in vainThey speak of the Eternal Father,Of the Only Begotten,In careless,Inconsiderate,Disrespectful tones.But FatherWished to keep Mother's name pureUntouched,Untainted.Perhaps He kept her name concealedFrom
My Best FriendJesusMy best friendMy dearest friendAlways there for meWhenever I need youYou take me under your wing,When the world turns its back on me.JesusMy best friendMy truest friendYou never fail meI can always trust you.Though the world is full of lies,I know I can depend on you.JesusMy best friendMy sweetest friendYou are my SaviorYou gave your life for me.You suffered unheard-of pain,So that my own pain may be healed.JesusMy brotherMy sweet brotherYou look out for me.When I haven't the strength,You lift me up in your arms,And you will never let me go.
The HomeThe home should be a happy placeWhere friends and family dwell.The light of God on every face,And all things would be well.The Spirit finds the familyWhen it's invited to.This will happen naturally,And can happen to you.The home is under an attackEnemies on all sides.I plead to you, drive the foes backAnd not with you abide.Protect the family and the homeAnd true blessings will come.
The Mountain of the LordThe temple of The Lord's a holy placeWhere righteous people walk on sacred ground.And if ye be so blessed, could see the facesOf the angles that always surround.The veil there is thin, the dead receiveThose blessings that for them have been performed.Formerly things that we could not perceive,Save that the church of Christ had been reformed.The blessings to us given from aboveA loving, gracious God is behind allThese things he gives to us with only love,Both after and before Adam's great fall.Be gracious, honest, true, and always meek,And passage to the temple always seek.
Where Have You Been?O God,Where have you been?Why did you leave me,When I needed you most?Do you not truly care?You promisedYou would never forsake meWhere did you go?Did you not hear me,When my heart cried out to you?Was your ear deaf?Are you void of feeling?Do you not see these tears on my face?Oh, why did you leave me?Why did you leave?My child,Where have you been?Why did you leave me?Do you not knowHow much I truly care?I promisedI would never forsake youI was always right thereI heard you,When you cried out in your anguishMy ear heard every wordMy heart broke for youI shed tears along with youI never left youRather, you left me
GlassesAhead of me on the pathI see something shining with lightBut its shape is blurred, distortedI want to go towards it, but yetI wonder why, for I cannot tellWhat it is, and the sounds and colorsOf the world are closer, more distinctDrawing me near with smiles.I do not see the tearsHiding in the laughter of the worldUntil I feel a strong hand on my shoulderAnother hand slips something on my noseAnd ears, and suddenly I see so clearlyIn the light is the kingdom of GodFull of warmth, light, family, loveBut in the world, hands hang downShoulders slump with the sorrowMore prevalent than joy thereYet, people still walk to the worldI turn and ask Him, "How can theyNot see the pain in the eyes of the world?Why do they follow empty smiles?"And the Savior replied, His eyes brimming with tears"They do not see what you see, my friendThey wander and are lost, but becauseThey do not understand the lightOf my Father's kingdom, they do not seeWhat you see. They have not sought