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Poems

The Secret Heart: Look into the hearts of the other sisters around you, surprisingly they feel much the same as you.

A Word To Saints: This poem was written Pioneer days by Eliza R. Snow about what it means to be in Zion.  Sounds to me like think weren't all that different in the last 1800's and there is still a great need for good saints in all settings.

Gossip TownWell done poem about Gossip and the harm it does.

Well Known

By Debra Oaks Coe Copyright 2002

I want to be well known as the old comfortable walking shoe is known to the foot that used it for years. Famous as the well-used work glove is to the hand it protected through many difficult projects. Famous as the frayed and bent photo is to the person who carried it for years

I don't want to be famous as the rarely worn dress shoe is to the once visited ballroom floor; beautiful, sparkling, and admired by the world, but impractical to everyday life. Nor do I want to be put on display and admired like fine china that sits in a cabinet, rarely used for its intended purpose.

I want to be known to my descendants as my great great grandmothers are known to me. Not always by name, but as women that cared more for future generations than for their own personal comforts. Women whose courage and pioneer spirit molded the good circumstances of my life decades before I was born.

I do not hope for my name to be known. Instead I hope to help others recognize their potential and to feel that they are loved. I hope to do this for more than my circle of friends and family. I want to include strangers and even my enemies. I especially hope to be useful to those people who have generally been rejected by society because so many considered themselves better.

I pray for God to share His love and esteem of mankind with me that I might be His willing servant and help Him to be the one well known to others.

I'M JUST A VISITING TEACHER
Author Unknown

"I'm just a visiting teacher,"
I said to my friend today.
And my father in Heaven heard me,
And I seemed to hear him say:
"Not just a visiting teacher,
A disciple with work to do,
And wherever you carry my message
My spirit goes with you."

"Some daughters of mine with burdens
Some seem to have lost the way
Go take them my love and my gospel
To strengthen them day by day."
"Never say you're just a visiting teacher,
Have faith and you'll understand
When you enter a home with love and prayer --
I take you by the hand."

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The Friend Who Just Stands By

   

When trouble comes your soul to try

You love the friend who just "stands by."

Perhaps there's nothing he can do.

The thing is strictly up to you;

For there are troubles all your own,

And paths the soul must tread alone

Times when love cannot smooth the road

Nor friendship lift the heavy load,

But just to know you have a friend

Who will "stand by" until the end,

Whose sympathy through all endures

Whose warm handclasp is always yours

It helps, somehow, to pull you through

Although there's nothing he can do.

And so with fervent heart you cry

"God bless the friend who just stands by'!"

-Author Unknown

 

Are We Too Busy?

Debra Oaks Coe  copyright 2002

 
We're busy helping and praying for the children
          Who don't like what we've fixed for dinner
          Who fell down on the sidewalk and ripped their new pants
          Who are having trouble learning to read
          Who seem too big to still be carrying a blanket around
But are we too busy to help and pray for the children
          Who are so hungry that they will eat anything
          Who are in desperate need of adequate clothing
          Who only dream of learning to read and write
          Who have no blanket to comfort them and keep them warm
We're busy helping and praying for the children
          Who play so hard that they need a bath every night
          Who want to skip their dinner and only eat dessert
          Who always want to sleep in our bed instead of their own
          Who cry because they're scared when they go to the doctor
But are we too busy to help and pray for the children
          Who have no soap to keep them clean
          Who never have dessert
          Who have no one to comfort them
          Who desperately need medical attention and none is available
We're busy helping and praying for the children
          Who love to play soccer and feel like a winner
          Who like large refrigerator type boxes to play in
          Who need to be taken to dance and singing lessons
          Who have trouble sharing their toys with others
But are we too busy to help and pray for the children
          Who have never felt like a winner and have never seen a ball
          Who live in cardboard boxes because boxes are better than no home
          Who have nothing to sing or dance about
          Who don't have any possessions of their own to share
We can't be so busy with our prosperous lives that we cannot find the time to reach out to those in need.  For we remember that when we have done it unto the least of these, we have done it unto Thee.

 

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