Trial of Endurance

Panting my way up to the finish line

Sweaty and achy, halfway up the incline

Jogging against the winds of Satan

My body grows more tired than it’s ever been

With no clue how I’m going to make it

It’s taking everything I’ve got not to quit

It would be so easy to just stop and stand still

And watch the others pass me up the hill

But I’m not a quitter, I won’t give up

The race is not over til I win the cup

The race will not be won

Until my life here on earth is done

Celestial glory could not be obtained

If I quit and just remain

Sitting on the stone of failure
-keep running you must endure

Victory of Defeat

It’s funny how the downward slope is always the hardest

You think you’ve made it when you reach the top

But your trip down the mountain will take you just as long

You’re tired and your body grows weaker each step you take

And you forget about how long it took you to get there

If its nine miles up the mountain it’ll be nine back

If it takes nine months til the middle of your mission you’ve still got nine left

The first few months are the longest, but the last stretch is the hardest

You forgot the strength it took to get you to the top

The half hour of sleep at lunch doesn’t make up for the other hours you’ve lost

You’re left half dead, clinging to your last glimmer of hope

Throwing rocks at the nearby broken water fountain

Wanting things to be easier than they were before,

You curse the weather and pray for miracles

But realizing how selfish and childish that sounds

You humbly retreat and pray for forgiveness

Just to hike the same mountain again tomorrow

God’s Miracles

When thrown into a pit, an unknown snare

I call upon God to watch over and care

He then binds the mouths of ferocious men

And helps me out of my lions den

When men are drowning in the stormy deep

When waves thrash and the heavens weep

God shows me light and calms my heart

As I wait patiently in my Noah’s Ark

When asked to sacrifice my all today

My Abraham with Isaac, I will obey

I’ll walk to the alter with all that I love

I’m willing to give them to my God above

When seeking for truth I search the scriptures

My times like Joseph Smith I pray for answers

Then in my figurative “pillar of light”

God visits me and shows me what’s right

When suffering at times in life’s Gethsemane’s

I’m wounded and broken on bended knees

God reminds me His son can lighten my load

By carrying me down life’s shattered road

God’s tender mercies bless us all

Through the Lord Jesus Christ I am saved from the fall

I am not cursed with Adam’s transgression

And through the atonement I can strive for perfection

Hosanna, hosanna, to my God and King

To Him my praises I’ll forever sing.

The Fall

I’ve got a confession

The slightest impression

Though ever so brittle

Can grow just a little

For those I admire

By feeding the fire

By hints, not coercion

Then total immersion

Springs forth without saying

And shows signs of staying

When my mind wanders

And it’s you it ponders

The slightest impression

Can grow to obsession

There’s no way of knowing

The waters you’re rowing

There’s no way to find

The tracks you left behind

You’re gone with out a trace

After one last embrace

Gone away from my view

Forever with out you

Lanigiro Selgnirp

I do not like you little man,

With your fake mustache and receding hair line,

Your salty goodness and tasty lick

You make me fat with anger

Yet I’m still addicted

You chap my lips with your perfect curves

You fix my crave, yet I thirst for more

I hate you, oh but I love you so.

Take My Hand

You’ve fallen into the darkest misery

Because of your fallen state of apostasy

You let go of the rod and wandered astray

Take my hand I’ll help you find your way

Come back home come back to the fold

You don’t have to feel alone you have us to hold

With heavenly father on our side we won’t fail

Take my hand I’ll pull you to the rail

Lean on me to catch your breath

I won’t let go in this matter of life or death

I won’t let go till your feet are on gospel sod

I won’t let go till your hands grip the rod

But if you let go of my hand to roam

If you choose to walk alone

I can’t force you to stay

I’ll cry as you walk away and plead for you to come back

But I can’t make up for the testimony you lack

I can scream into deaf ears,

But it won’t do any good if nobody hears

All I can do is cry and pray

That you will hopefully come back some day

To take my hand then, to help you out

Of your state of rebellion and doubt

Please come back, I beg of you please!

I’m down here on weary knees

Crying for your return back home

Don’t wonder off on your path alone

Help God answer my endless plea

Please grab my hand and come back with me

Where Misery Lies

You cover up your morning breath

With bottled water and cigarettes

You cover up your wrongs by lying

And every mistake –you’re justifying

You cover up your joys and cheers

With last night’s mascara running with tears

Making your tangled hair

Stick to your face so fare

You stay inside-hidden from the world

A lonely, unseen, invisible girl

You can’t convince me that you’re happy

By killing yourself oh so slowly

And shortening your flawless life span

By contracting any disease that you can

Your weight plunges from the drugs you’re using

You rarely eat which adds to the losing

You need professional help

But you say you can help yourself

But your way of help is holding your breath

You’re running or sprinting your way towards death

You lost all hope in your miserable state

But you tell me you’re happy with a smile on your face