Son Rise

I'm The sun rises after the storm
And lights each tip of grass

The blooming flowers touched with dew

Shine like beads of glass

The garden silent, still, waiting.

The whisper of the wind

Seems to speak of hope and life

Brighter then it's been.

Quietly a woman weeps

For a friend she's lost.

Illuminated by the morning sun

Toward the tomb she walks.

She approaches the memorial

But to her great despair

The tomb is wholly empty

But for linen laying there.

Somebody approaches, 

The woman asks him where

They have laid her Lord

Her friend who wasn't there.

The man looks toward the woman

With love and sympathy 

Quietly he whispers 

He says to her, "Mary."

Such power in a word

Such meaning in one name

"Master!" She replies

For it is He, the same.

She reaches out her hand

"Touch me not," he says,

"I have yet to go unto

My Father in Heaven."

Such radiance in a smile

Such love in just one glance.

The victory o'er the grave was won

Eternity advanced.

Mary, filled with newfound grace

Thanks him with her eyes.

She has witnessed joyfully 

The hope of the Son rise.

Change

Why do I worry,

Why do I care,

About things that don't matter,

Like money and hair.

I have so much to offer,

And so much to do,

I shouldn't be thinking 

about my clothes or shoes.

People are starving,

Kids are alone,

Their out on the streets

With no where to call home.

It used to be,

That the future was bright,

But now dark shadows

Cover it from my sight.

Where am I going?

Who will I be?

Is it too late,

To find a way to be free?

The time is running out,

There's no where else to go,

We need to open our eyes,

What's the world trying to show?

We're all here together,

In this game of life,

We're all on a team,

To get out of this strife.

So don't worry about,

The things that don't matter,

If we don't start to change,

The world is gonna shatter.

A Pocket Full of Pebbles

As we go through our own lives,
We push through trials and sin.
There is a lot of pain we see,
Upon this world we're in.

We all have have our own bad choices,
Little pebbles that weigh us down.
Which might not seem big on their own,
But together they bring a frown.

With pockets full of pebbles,
We paint smiles on our faces,
To show we have it in control,
In our schools and our work places.

The truth is we're crying in despair,
Looking for a gleam of light.
For a way to erase our heavy load,
And conquer our failing fight.

Where can we find some solitude
From our crazy lives around?
Where can we find a moment of peace?
To escape from all this sound?

God has prepared a way for us,
To repent and to lighten our load,
Christ's atonement lights the way,
Just follow the path back home.

He's waiting for us with open arms,
We just have to choose His way,
We are agents unto our own self's,
By what we do and say.

So choose the right, start right now,
We can change today.
Let go of the pebbles weighing you down,
Choose the better way.

The park in spring time

Here is a poem I wrote when I took the kids to the park today:

In the fresh, cool breeze,

And the heat of the day,

The park is alive,

As little ones play.

Moms sit and talk,

In twos and in threes,

Lunches in sacks,

And babies on knees.

The grass is so green,

With the kids on the fields,

Throwing a frisbee,

And rolling down hills.

The teens are in groups,

Throwing 'round balls,

Grandma runs to help,

When a little one falls.

The bright colored leaves,

Bring the perfect shade,

Kids slide down slides,

Though they're kinda afraid.

Cute little ones, 

Are learning to walk,

The boys playing sports,

Don't have that much talk.

Everyone's helping

This park come alive,

There's so much to do,

Now that it is spring time!

Joy

Joy comes from the simple things,

That we find from day to day,

Joy comes from acts of kindness,

Of things we do or say.

Joy comes from looking at what's ahead,

With courage and positivity,

Joy comes from finding your mission,

And knowing who you're meant to be.

Joy comes from loving those around you,

And seeing the goodness in them.

Seeing people as children of God,

And spiritual siblings and friends.

Joy comes from eternal families,

Who are there to strengthen each other,

To hold up each other up when were down,

Each sister and each brother

Joy comes from listening to The Lord, 

He brightens the part ahead,

Joy comes from following our Savior,

And doing what He says.

Joy comes from leading a life of faith,

And trusting The Lord above,

When we remove distractions,

Then we can feel His love.