Does The Journey Seem Long?
by Joseph Fielding Smith
Does the journey seem long?
Does the journey seem long,
The path rugged and steep?
Are there briars and thorns on the way?
Do sharp stones cut your feet
As you struggle to rise
To the heights thru the heat of the day?
Does the Journey Seem Long?
Is your heart faint and sad,
Your soul weary within,
As you toil 'neath your burden of care?
Does the load heavy seem
You are forced now to lift?
Is there no one your burden to share?
Does the Journey Seem Long?
Let your heart be not faint
Now the journey's begun;
There is One who still beckons to you.
So look upward in joy
And take hold of His hand;
He will lead you to heights that are new.
Does the Journey Seem Long?
A land holy and pure,
Where all trouble doth end,
And your life shall be free from all sin,
Where no tears shall be shed,
For no sorrows remain.
Take His hand and with Him enter in.
God Bless Our Home
by Perry Tanksley
You can purchase a house,
A home you cannot buy,
And the reason is obvious
If a person asks why.
A house is built of wood,
A home is built of love.
A house from earth arises.
A home comes from above.
People draw plans for houses.
A home is planned by Christ.
A house is very costly.
A home cannot be priced.
Where love and kindness dwell
A house of wood and stone
Is transformed, miracle-like,
By Christ into a home.
God Needed An Angel in Heaven
by Helen Steiner Rice
When Jesus lived upon the earth
so many years ago,
He called the children close to Him
because He loved them so . . .
And with the tenderness of old,
that same sweet, gentle way
He holds your little loved one close
within His arms today . . .
And you'll find comfort in your faith
that in His home above
The God of little children
gives your little one his love . . .
So think of your little darling
lighthearted and happy and free
Playing in God's promised land
where there is joy eternally.
Keepers Of The Flame
by Ronald Gaillot
I have issued forth a summons,
A call across the lands,
For all who would abide with Me
Must begin to wash their hands.
Bring forth the idols you admire
And heap them on a pile.
Search your heart from end to end
For this may take a while.
Bring forth the pleasures of your life,
The sins and folly too.
Toss them on that worthless heap
Of things you say and do.
The works you do in vanity
Must on that rubble be;
Conceived in pride of ownership,
They're performed in mockery.
All these things have stolen time
From what I hold most dear,
The fellowship I long to have
When you are very near.
I will send a holy flame
To consume them with its fire.
Kindled with its glowing touch
And warming love's desire.
My Spirit is the Holy Fire
Kindled deep within your soul,
Burning up the sinful dross
That My grace may make you whole.
No demon horde will ever quench
The flame that I have stirred
If you will guard it in your heart
And hunger for My word.
Be vigilant in watching
That no other love may steal;
Guard My favor jealously
To never lose your zeal.
Patrol your borders faithfully
And call upon My Name.
For I have placed you where you are
As Keepers of the Flame.
And when an idol strays inside
You must truly strive
To throw it on the burning coals
And keep the flame alive.
My Child
by Rosalind Rinker
My child, I love you.
I love you unconditionally.
I love you, good or bad, with no strings attached.
I love you like this because I know all about you.
I have known you ever since you were a child.
I know what I can do for you.
I know what I want to do for you.
My child, I accept you.
I accept you just as you are.
You don't need to change yourself.
I'll do the changing when you are ready.
I love you just as you are.
Believe this---for I assure you it is true.
My child, I care about you.
I care about every big or little thing which happens
to you. Believe this.
I care enough to do something about it.
Remember this.
I will help you when you need me. Ask me.
I love you.
I accept you.
I care about you.
My child, I forgive you.
I forgive you, and my forgiveness is complete.
Not like humans who forgive but cannot forget.
I love you. My arms are open with love.
Please come here! Come here to Me!
I forgive you!
Do not carry your guilt another moment.
I carried it all for you on the cross.
Believe this. It is true.
Rejoice...And be Glad
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