The Last and Final Battle

Swords are clashing,
Shields are Smashing,
Soiders in a war.

Giants and Dwarfsa,
And Unicorns!
By the Stable door.

The world was smashed
By Aslan not Tash,
For good can always defeat evil.

It was darkness and blackness,
And complete not and emptiness,
Absent of life and people.

They went through the door then Aslan appeared,
But in the beauty of now, the Dwarfs still quite feared,
The Dwarfs for the Dwarfs they said they must.

They were still dark and blind,
Need of changing their mind,
For they lacked faith and trust.

In Battles in the Latter days,
We too are fighting in a haze,
A sword of truth and light.

A shield of strength
A Helmet of Faith,
A Battle for the right.

Lets all start, the chapter one
And have our daily battles won.
For whenever we are Obstinate,

We are giving-in to wrong
Not making life a happy song
And taking sides with Shift!

Lets all instead be kings and queens,

Searching for the righteous things

ALL Me!

Do you ever wonder who your true self is?

Your absolutely genuine YOU?

I know I'v wondered, and I'm still,

Trying to find out, which me is true.

I act different around different people...

So which one is the real me?

I sometimes can't decide how to act either...

Which me can I be to truly be free?

I have different aspects to myself....

Happy, goofy, serious, sad....

Joyful, loyal, mysterious, mad...

Wacky, weird, or just plain rad!

I think and think....which one's me?

It's so hard to tell! Why can't I see?

But wait.........AH-HA! I know now!

ALL of these things I can be! Yipee!

But when I'm focusing on others.
And always choosing the right,
Then my BEST happy self,
Is fully come to light. :)

A little whisper

A little whisper, a little nudge,
A little prompting, so full of love,

A little thought that, comes to your mind,
A little whisper, to be our guide.

The spirit whispers, the spirit Guides,
The spirit nudges, along for the ride.

And if we listen, and ponder now,
And if were quiet, just then some how...

We'll hear the thought, we'll know the way,
We'll hear the prompting, then we can say:

I've been inspired, and I know now,
Just what I have to, do some how!

So let us listen, and let us pray,
And let the spirit, guide everyday!

And we'll be happy, and we'll be good,
And we'll be ready, like we should
-Dassia :D

Singing in the Rain and Sun

On the left side is the real version of the song "Singing in the rain" And the other side is the version Dassia and I made up:

I'm singing in the rain        I'm singing in the sun
Just singing in the rain     Just singing in the sun
What a glorious feelin'      What a glorious feelin'
I'm happy again                 We're havin' such fun.
I'm laughing at clouds       Twinkle little sun,
So dark up above             Twinkle little sun.
The sun's in my heart   Get on with your shine,
And I'm ready for love    You're doing just fine!
Let the stormy clouds chase  You're a big ball of Gass
Everyone from the place     A huge burning mass!
Come on with the rain      You help us live and grow
I've a smile on my face     Thats why we love you so.
I walk down the lane          You give us much light.
With a happy refrain         And the moon when its night.
Just singin',                      Just singin'
Singin' in the rain            Singin' in the sun.


Dancin' in the rain        When you wish upon a star.
Dee-ah dee-ah dee-ah  It doesn't matter who you are.
Dee-ah dee-ah dee-ah    Just shine like the sun,
I'm happy again!             Your light for everyone
I'm singin' and dancin' in the rain!  Keep shinin' shinin' like the sun.

Loved or Feared?

Is it better to be loved?
Or better to be feared?
Do I like to have lot's of friends?
Or people say: "Oh don't go near!"

It is nice to be loved,
For friends can help you,
And you might have a chance,
Against people who hate too.

But when you are feared,
Whether your great or small,
They won't come near you,
For fear of it all.

But how lonely to be feared,
No Allies and no foes,
No one to really talk to,
Off on your own.

Would I like to be loved?
Or would I like to be feared?
I'd like to be loved,
Or else it'd bring me to tears!

But maybe as they say,
It's better to be feared!
It's better to be frightening,
And bring others to tears!!

We always have enemies,
They don't usually like us,
Is it better to be feared?
Or loved and have their trust?

I think it depends on the times,
And where you are, what your doing,

Some places I'm loved,
And some I'm feared.
And some I'm just,
Really, really weird!

So it depends
But over all,
I'd rather be loved,
Then go down and fall.

Hit the Target

In and out, I slowly breath,
And focus on one place,
I hold it in position,
A slow and steady race,

My feet planted firmly,
Firmly on the ground,
And I can see the target,
Where my arrow will be found,

I let it slide across,
And strait as it can be,
I let it pierce though the wind,
Quick, smooth and free.

I hit it! Oh I hit it!
Right on the mark,
I look around for others,
I'm happy as a lark.

And then it dawns on me,
The wrong target the wrong key,
It hit it in the middle,
But maybe much to free.

Going through life,
Temptations come along,
They sometimes don't seem bad,
Not even a little wrong.

But as we go through, with our plans,
That we might think are smart,
We realize in other ways,
That really they just aren't

But through the atonement,
We pick back up where we left off,
We get back on the target,
Our pathway clean and soft.

But how do we know which path we're on?
How do we know whats right?
How do we know the right target,
Everyday and night.

Prayer, Scripture, Church, and more,
The Sunday School answers!
Temple, and the Holy Ghost,
So that we're not chancers,

Back on to the right one,
I pull it back so tight,
I let the arrow fly,
Fly swiftly through the night.

And with God's helping hand,
And His Son, our living light.
We can keep going,
Happy true and right.

Baby Joy!

A little piece of heaven,
Came down from above.
Right into our own family,
Of happiness and love.

A little wrinkly and red,
And a little fussy too,
But still very perfect.
Healthy, strong, and new.

She was a sure blessing,
Sent from God Himself.
So small, and meek.
Worth more than any wealth.

 When she came into,
This world, she brought,
Happiness and blessings,
And sure Joy! A lot!

 

God's hand in America.

I look in the present,
the future the past,
Looking for something,
Great, big and vast,

Bigger then oceans,
Bigger then whales,
Bigger then skyscrapers,
Or sail boat sails.

I'm looking for God's hand,
In the water and Sand,
And in the past and future,

In our Human culture,

America, I learned about,
And what we have that we can shout
What has been done, Before I came,
What is different? What is the same?

I learned about Journal writing,
I learned about fighting,
I learned to ask this question, say:
Have I seen God's hand in my life today?

But do we mean it?
Where have we seen it?
How can we know,
What He has to show?

Look in the scriptures!
In many fixtures,
Look in the books,
Or on your nooks!

In history it shows us,
Time and time again,
God gives us great leaders,
To fight Evil; we will win.

Washington was brave,
And smart as we should be.
Joseph smith, obedient,
And wise and humbly.

Think of leaders in your lives,
In church, in family, friends,
What characteristics do they have?
That God himself has given?

Look for these examples,
And become one yourself,
But most of all importance,
His hand look for in yourself.