"Mothers are the very heart and soul of the family."
Ezra Taft Benson
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Repost From January of 2010
I know the Lord rose again. It seems the birds knew it this morning too. They were chirping louder and the sun seemed to be shining brighter on this wonderful day that we celebrate when Jesus Christ rose from the dead. I celebrate his miraculous birth, his life, his atonement, his death, and his resurrection from the dead. I know he Lives. Last year I posted this poem. It is a comfort and an affirmation of my testimony.
The Sun will rise
In this life we have rare glimpses of Heaven the touch of a hand as we say good bye An answer that seals Forever A baby's first cry the shadow of a baby that never cried Each one a glimpse The Heavenly Father that loves The Son that gives all Each brings a family closer To one another and our Eternity
As I thought of what you might be going through I wished that I could think of something to say that would take your pain away This poem flowed and as I cried I knew What He would say Don't take your eye off the Sky line Keep Watching The Sun will rise
When pain is too hard to bare When all seems troubled the light impossible to see When families are far Never forget The Sun will rise
Life is lived Death comes just another season Easy for the ones who leave us Those left search for a reason Tears fall, hearts feel empty hard lump in your throat In the darkness One we know calls our name
Please don't cry, My dear one I love you, that's why I have come I know what you're going through Because I went through it too I did it just for you I bore your pain I felt your grief As I knelt and begged for relief I did it because He asked me to And I did it all for you The Sun will rise
So during this middle hour When morn's light seems so far When all is dim and unclear When pain and doubt seem to sear Look to the sky And hear my reply Clear your eyes Know The Sun will rise
I know for I am the Savior of All I love you I came, lived, died for you I carry your burden Through me it is light Making your way through this dreary night Never forget I am the Son I died I rose again