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 Perfect Love of Father

In our pre-mortal life we were surrounded by, filled with, and gloried in the perfect love of the Almighty God who is our Heavenly Father.  We know deep in our hearts and souls what that love is.  I see our earthly journey as the search to regain that love.  We try to recreate it in our homes and relationships.  There are so many who try to create it in the societies around us whether in utopian societies or in the beautiful service organizations that fill the globe.  I often have moments of such longing for that perfect love we once knew intimately.


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