You were born to shine

When the world gets you in the downs,
And darkness comes and surrounds,
And you can't stop the frown,
Don't give up hope,

Don't give up hope,
Everything will turn out fine,
You are a star,
And you were born to shine.

When it seems the sky is gray,
And you don't know what to say,
And the night is dark, so is the day,
Don't put out your light

Don't put out your light,
Everything will turn out fine,
You are a star,
And you were born to shine.

When papers keep piling up,

And you want to yell "enough!"
And you are losing all your stuff,
Don't let it get you down,

Don't let it get you down
Everything will turn out fine,
You are a star,
And you were born to shine.

When the clock strikes two,
And no one is there for you,
And nothing is brand new,
Don't stop believing,

Don't stop believing,
Everything will turn out fine,
You are a star,
And you were born to shine.

When you look up at the sky,
And you know you cannot lie,
You'll feel it by and by,
You know who you are.

You know who you are,
Everything will turn out fine,
You are a star,
And you were born to shine.

To Look Up at the Stars

As I walk outside
Into the night
The cool air on my face,

As darkness fills
The atmosphere
I fear I have no place.

The dark outside
Is inside too
I'm looking at the ground.

Not quite knowing
Where I fit
In this eternal round.

I sit upon
The cement steps
My head is in my hands.

Not feeling ready
To give all things
That the world demands.

I feel the breeze
Rushing past
I hear a still small voice.

Soothing, clear,
It fills my mind
It declares new choice

Flooding my heart
Ignigting hope
Like it could take me far,

Don't be afraid
It said to me,
To look up at the stars.

Going crazy

Hey guys! So we were pretty tired yesterday and wrote some poetry for you to enjoy!

John goes to the pond

At the pond he was fond

Of a duck named Sond

Who had her own wand

Megan came to the pond

And got mad at John for being fond

At the duck named Sond

Who had her own wand

Jordan came to the pond

And laughed at John for being fond

At the duck named Sond

Who had her own wand

And then Jordan died

And nobody cried

Because the duck lied

About being high

Isaiah came to the pond

And laughed ‘cause Jordan died

‘Cause Jordan became fond

Of Sond because she lied

Then John and Megan left

Isaiah put Jordan on a shelf

And Sond made friends with an elf

Then Jordan laughed at himself

The elf was a snake. Duh.

Who ate a cake. bub

With a rake. No

That’s so fake. Yo!

This poem’s not over

Jordan ate a rover

In a field of clovers

In a city called Dover

John came back

To have a snack

With the Pack

And Megan liked that

The duck named Sond

Found another duck pond

With a duck named Bill

Who had a short will

Then Kena showed up

When the sun came up

And she went up

And this line ends with “up”

Then she ate a cup

And she ate a pup

And then she said “Yup”

And then “Whats up”

This poem’s almost over

Not really though, ‘cause the rover

Drove into a clover

In a city named Dover

Jordan came back

To have a snack

With the Pack

And Megan liked that

Then John went back

To the pond in black

With a beard and a sack

And kicked Jordan’s back

Jordan fell into the pond

With a duck named Sond

And a duck named Bill

Who had a short will

Then Jordan died again

And no one cried again

‘Cause Sond lied again

And Bill got high again

Okay, lets end this poem

With some cake

Then see a Samoan

With a rake

NEXT!

I woke up on Monday

After it was Sunday

I was not ill

I took no pill

I got in the car

And rode on the tar

To a pretty girls camp

Without my lamp

The first day there was a dance

I saw a lot of ants

I had some fun

And saw the Sun

I went to the dance

There were lots of ants

I “wore” some pants

When I went to the dance

We all were glad,

Isaiah was rad

John was mad

Megan was sad

NEXT!

We had a meeting today,

About having a say,

In our Vanguard group

We had no soup

We all made a loop

After talking about love soup

So let’s sing a song

About a Chinese gong

Megan is a girl

Her boyfriends name is earl

He has a pet curl

That came off of a pearl (named curl)

We went on a trek

And met a guy named beck

We saw lots of ants

On john’s pants

Lets play a game

And go insane

John is a boy

And loves soy

Jda;lksjdf;lakjsd;f

The end

NEXT!

Megan has a boyfriend

His name is not Jordan

His name is Earl

His hair’s in a curl

John is in love

He gave her a dove

She gave him a shove

It was all for love

What’s her name?

I can’t tell you

It will bring me fame,

But I can’t smell a shoe

The end!

Who is pulling the handcart?

The pioneers of old,

Put their faith in God,

They left the land they knew,

To travel out abroad.

Uncertain of their future,

They pulled their handcarts all,

Whenever they got stuck or trapped,

Then to their knees they'd fall.

With pleading eyes they'd turn,

As they prayed within their hearts,

Asking the question,

Who is pulling the handcart?

Tears would come as they realized,

Angelic help was with them,

It was help from our God above,

That He would prove 'here I am'

And as I walked beside my friends,
And the people that I love,
Reenacting history,
With help from up above.

I witnessed and I felt,

A small part of their pain,

For in times of need and struggle,

And in the mist of clouds and rain.

I would turn around to see,

Asking within my heart,

With searching, moist eyes,

Who is pulling the hand cart?

I would see both kinds of angels,

In the faces of my friends,

Or I would not see anything at all,

Knowing Christ would stay there to the end.

As I go throughout my life,

With trials and hard times

I often fall down in grief,

With tears filling up my eyes,

I wonder if this hurt,

Will ever disappear,

And when will help come?

In a week or in a year?

Then I feel my burdens lightened,

And crying, withing my heart,

Once again I ask the question,

Who is pulling the handcart?

Latterday Pioneer

This week both Dassia and I experienced a pioneer trek. It was incredible and my testimony grew tremendously!
Hope you enjoy:


Heavy handcarts,
Dusty trails,
Dirty feet,
Babies wail.

Feeling lonely,
Like a fail.
How can I say
All is well?

Remembrance fills
My mind of those
Gone before
They who chose.

They chose to be
Faithful, strong
The pioneers
Praised God in song.

No right have I
To feel too small
Or complain
Or whine at all.

Feelings of doubt
And loneliness
Were replaced
With happiness.

With God as strength
We cannot fail.
With gratitude
The joys prevail.

To be a leader
And pioneer
We must have love
Instead of fear.

My small trek
Was just a taste
Of all their work
And time and haste.

As I think
Of present day
I see us all
Going our ways.

We all have paths
Though different,
The treasures are
Magnificent.

We are saved
For latter days,
But our real trek
Starts today.

All You Really Need, Is To Believe.

When the sky isn't as blue
As you'd like it to be
And the rain clouds bother you
And keep you from feeling free


When the rain is falling down
And you feel so dark inside
And all you do is frown
And you just wanna hide



When the rainbow isn't coming
And you feel so slight and small
And you can't understand
Why this is happening at all


Just know the sun is shining
Even though right now
You might not feel its warmth
It's always there somehow.


Remember something sweeter
Always tastes the best
After something bitter
Or when you're feeling stressed.


There's always a piece of rainbow
You can find it in your heart
Just try looking upward
That's always a good start.



There will always be a sunrise
But first there comes the eve
But all you really need
Is to believe.

A Mother's Love

She catches all
The tears that fall
And teaches us
To stand up tall.

A place to go
When we feel low
Is in her arms
So we can know

Of the love
From God above
And comfort brought
Like a dove.

The truth is taught
And deeply sought
And gained from other
Knowledge brought

She is the light
And gives us sight
Her children know
She'll lead to right.

Full of hope
Though others mope
She presses on
And learns to cope.

Her direction
Found reflection
Consistent prayer
And circumspection.

These things and more
Describe for sure
A mothers love
Pure and secure.

A Summer Poem

Summer is here! Hooray, hooray!
More time we have to sing and play,
To write and act and laugh and talk,
And go to the park and take long walks.


The air is warm, the sun is bright,
The days are longer than the night.
Hang out with friends, lay on the grass,
Running free and running fast.











Making lovely memories,
Camps, letters, accessories,
Inside jokes and lots of fun,
Until the setting of the summer sun.

Snacks and picnics, pictures too.
All so I can remember you,
Comfortably we talk and smile,
Making moments, last a little while.


Outside, our hot dogs are grillin,
In the pool we're all just chillin,
Wearing shorts and bright flip-flops,
Parties will hopefully never stop.

Books, free time, summer jobs,
New looks, cutting hair to a bob,
Sunglasses and taking long naps,
Under the trees in the hammock,

Summer activities now await us,
Of them, I'm sure I won't get enough,
Outside under the sky so blue.
I can't wait to share them with you.