May 20, 2008

I love to see the Temple

I love to see the temple.
I'm going there someday

To feel the Holy Spirit,
To listen and to pray.

For the temple is a house of God,
A place of love and beauty.

I'll prepare myself while I am young;
This is my sacred duty.

I love to see the temple.
I'll go inside someday.

I'll cov'nant with my Father;
I'll promise to obey.

For the temple is a holy place
Where we are sealed together.

As a child of God,
I've learned this truth;
A fam'ly is forever.


I found her doing this a grabed the camera...cracked me up!

The question is... was she playing peek-a-boo...or exibiting "the nack" and trying to figure it out?


Little WigglE crawled off while I was busy and when I went to find her this is what greeted me... cracked me up...

Now the question is... was she playing...or being an engineer like her dad's and trying to figure out how it works...?

Randome moments

Time for a walk...

So Pretty Yrgish had to take a picture...

So pretty I had to take a picture...

But she is the prettiest of them all...

It's been awhile

But here's some poetry. It stinks but is all that would come this morning.

Pride rejecth ... Pride Falleth

Mary, Mary, she stood upon the leaves of truth.
She stood and knew not what to do.
Happiness, Happiness lay beyond her reach
Yet it lay beneath her feet.
All she must do is bend and lift it to her.
Yet she stood looking upon it there.
Sadness, Sadness had she but bent lily white nee
What joy might have been?
Mary, Mary make your way away.
Follow not that path, go not that way.
Joy, Joy that might be.
Stoop and lift of the truth
Of what is and will be.
Bend thy neck to see what lies upon thy path.
Fear not and do not disdain.
Joy, Joy is all yours for this one thing
Truth lays beneath your feet
You have but to lift and embrace it.

My talent...
Can you open the door to magic?
Can you reach out and retrieve what once was lost
Now calls to me
“Help please, help, before the tide carries me away.”?
You are what I can not see and yet
I heard you whisper to me
My heart is happy when I turn away
Why do you call to me still?
Am I great that you have chosen me?
It is it servitude that you require?

I reach heart longing to touch you and be fulfilled
Yet like bitter woman you turn and flee
Why did you call me here just to turn away?
I hate you
I love you
Shall I ever bring you back some day?

I laughed this morning.
Then I heard your voice.
I run to capture you, yet you allude me.
My life is in shambles
And you, evil lady,