I love being a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I joined back in 1964 after a long struggle with faith. I had loved the Savior ever since I could remember, but the church of my youth deserted me as it moved into the intellect movement of the 60's. Without spiritual guidance, I fell away. The Lord distinguished between the words of my mouth and the longing of my heart. He knew that I wanted to believe and so he sent a young woman who told me the story of the Restored Gospel. She bore her testimony of Jesus Christ and promised me that I could know for myself and have my own testimony.

Now forty-six years later I can only thank her from the bottom of my heart for introducing me to the church. Indeed I do have my own testimony. I know that Joseph Smith was a prophet, called to restore Christ's church to the earth. We have a prophet today who leads and guides us. I am so grateful for Latter-day scriptures that bear testimony of Jesus Christ. The Book of Mormon is the Word of God. It stands as another witness of the Savior and it's truths have touched my life in very personal ways.

I hope that my poetry reflects the growth of my testimony and my love for Jesus Christ.

The Sacrament

As LDS people we have both the Bible and the Book of Mormon to teach us about the Savior's Atonement and His great love for us.  As we go through life and experience the challenges that life puts in front of us, we know we can turn to Jesus Christ and find the help we need.   Because of this we each end up with many personal spiritual experiences that frame our lives and strengthen our testimonies of the Living Christ.  Then each Sunday as we partake of the sacrament, we remember the Savior - remembering not just the Bible stories about Him, but remembering the many ways He has touched us personally.  Those memories are what triggered this poem about the sacrament.

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