Artwork by Breana Glasson

A Child Born

A child born to save us, a child to make us new,
His birth foretold by prophets, our Savior kind and true.
Mary held within her arms our God who created all,
She gazed with love at her tiny babe, sent to issue the call.
Born to save us from our failings, to wash us away our stain,
Our Savior in the manger would carry all our shame.
God’s Son sent from heaven was born to free us all,
To rescue us from darkness and save us from our fall.
One day her tiny babe would walk upon the sea,
One day his hand reaching out, would set the cripple free.
One day he would teach a sermon that would light the way back home,
Her tiny babe within the manger would make the Father known.
One day her little babe would call Lazarus back to life,
One day in a parable he would teach of sin and strife.
One day her precious babe would bleed from every pore,
His sacrifice the holy cost that all men might have more.
The babe who now slept sweetly would one day hear the cry,
Barabbas we want freed, this Jesus now must die.
One day those tiny hands would be pierced by the nails of men,
One day her little babe would return to God again.
Three days later her precious Son would break the bands of death,
Her little babe would be the one to restore her living breath.
One day with her Son she will stand in the clouds above,
As she sees the King Of Kings descend in power and love.
The babe born to free us all will return in majesty,
A robe of red upon him; this witness we shall see.
And every knee will bend and every tongue confess,
The little babe born in Bethlehem was sent to save and bless.
His sheep will stay with Him and live in joy and light,
Our Holy Father smiling will behold this blessed sight.
For this purpose He sent His Son, To free the willing heart,
His little babe born in Bethlehem fulfilled His worthy part.
Tears of joy will then fall as we celebrate our Savior and King,
The little babe born in Bethlehem who brought us everything.

Written by Michelene Glasson

New Again

The young women leaders of the Spring Creek Ward gave me an assignment to study the value of knowledge within Mary’s character. It was a beautiful experience. I enjoyed reading the scriptures and hearing her witness of Christ. The words that follow are what I will share at my young women’s activity tonight. I hope my testimony adds joy and light to your heart this holiday season.

An important part of the knowledge that Mary gained was found through personal revelation. When the angel came to Mary she listened; she did not doubt that his words were true, and that he was a messenger sent from God. In fact she sought greater understanding and knowledge of what he had told her. I saw this when I read verse 34 of Luke 1, which says, “Then said Mary unto the angel, how shall this be, seeing I know not a man? And the angel answered and said unto her, The Holy Ghost shall come upon thee, and the power of the Highest shall overshadow thee: therefore also that holy thing which shall be born of thee shall be called the Son of God. And, behold, thy cousin Elisabeth, she hath also conceived a son in her old age: and this is the sixth month with her, who was called barren. For with God nothing shall be impossible. And Mary said, Behold the handmaid of the Lord; be it unto me according to thy word. And the angel departed from her.” I thought Mary’s humble and faithful response was beautiful. She not only sought for greater understanding, but when she received it she trusted God and accepted it in faith. She could not have become all that she was destined to be, if she had reacted in doubt and fear.

In Luke chapter 1 there were many moments that Mary showed the important value of knowledge. I could tell that Mary had truly studied and pondered the scriptures to gain the knowledge and preparation that she had. She was ready and worthy to be the mother of Jesus Christ. When Marry came to Elizabeth she gave testimony of many important gospel truths. You could tell she was familure with the scriptures, when she testified saying “And my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Savior. For he hath regarded the low estate of his hand maiden: for, behold, from hence forth all generations will call me blessed.” She knew her child would be the son of God who had been spoken of by Prophets of old; the Savior of the world. She knew it was a sacred privilege to be his mother and that she was truly blessed. She continued and said “And his mercy is on them that fear him from generation to generation. He hath shewed strength with his arm; he hath scattered the proud in the imagination of their hearts. He hath put down the mighty from their seats, and exalted them of low degree.” She was probably my age or so, and yet her testimony was beyond her years. This was because she studied the words of the prophets, and gained the spiritual knowledge she would need throughout her life. Because of this she was ready at such a young age to do the work of her Father in Heaven. I know that we can all follow this worthy elect daughter of Gods example by diligently searching the scriptures and gaining the knowledge we will need to do the work of the Lord.

Written by Micah #lighttheworld

Behold Thy Mother

This beautiful inspiring talk was given in October 2015. It left a mark on my heart and was connected to this years Christmas poem, A Child Is Born. Our beloved apostle Jeffrey R. Holland acknowledged all mothers so very tenderly in this talk and I was touched by his kind words. He said, "To all of our mothers everywhere, past, present, or future, I say, “Thank you. Thank you for giving birth, for shaping souls, for forming character, and for demonstrating the pure love of Christ.” To Mother Eve, to Sarah, Rebekah, and Rachel, to Mary of Nazareth, and to a Mother in Heaven, I say, “Thank you for your crucial role in fulfilling the purposes of eternity.” To all mothers in every circumstance, including those who struggle—and all will—I say, “Be peaceful. Believe in God and yourself. You are doing better than you think you are. In fact, you are saviors on Mount Zion, and like the Master you follow, your love ‘never faileth.’ ” I can pay no higher tribute to anyone."

I am thankful for my Heavenly Mother. I know she placed a spark of her divinity in me. I am thankful for mother Mary who was worthy of the sacred gift of being mother to the son of God. I am thankful to be a mother and a savior on Mount Zion! I testify that motherhood is a sacred divine role that will live on throughout all eternity. May we hold the gift of motherhood with honor and keep it sacred I pray. For that which we keep faithfully and honorably we will keep throughout eternity.

Open Your Eyes

Once I knew a woman who wanted to give away all her sins,
She gathered them up carefully and placed them into bins.
Looking at the bins full of all her shame and grief,
In despair she fell to her knees and plead for heavens relief.
Her heart broken and contrite, she offered all she had,
Please take these sins from me my God, and make my heart feel glad.
I cannot change my past or alter who I was,
But I can change the girl I'll be and live with Christ like love.
I cannot wash away my stains and make them disappear,
I see the bins of all my wrongs sitting very near.
Please my God have mercy and help me become new,
I want to build a better life, to be good and kind and true.
I cannot begin a new life carrying all these bins with me,
Please take away my burden Lord, that I truly may be free.
Softly an answer entered into her broken heart,
My sister I love you, I'll help you make a new start.
For you I held all these bins as I knelt in Gethsemane,
For you I gave everything that your soul would be free.
Open your eyes my sister and see what I have done,
The bins are gone forever, for your soul I have won.

Written by Michelene Glasson

Amazing Grace!

The Master Healer

I am so very thankful for Carole M. Stephens. I felt the spirit as she spoke and I knew all she said was true. In her talk she said, "You don’t have to continue to carry the burden of sorrow caused by sin—alone. You don’t have to carry the pain caused by the unrighteous actions of others—alone. You don’t have to experience the painful realities of mortality—alone. The Savior pleads:“Will ye not now return unto me, and repent of your sins, and be converted, that I may heal you?“… If ye will come unto me ye shall have eternal life. Behold, mine arm of mercy is extended towards you, and whosoever will come … will I receive.”“[He] would do anything to take this from you.” In fact, “[He] already has.” In the name of Jesus Christ, the Master Healer, amen." I testify that our Savior can and will heal us as we repent and turn to Him with full purpose of heart. The work of healing and spiritual rebirth is the work of our Lord and King. I pray each of us will allow His atoning sacrifice to rescue us. For this purpose He came into the world, to save, to lift, to redeem, to heal. May we allow Him to do His marvelous work I pray.

Artwork by Brent Borup

Holy Light

Holy light sent from God, born to set me free,
In the manger now you lay, the Son of God I see.
Worthy light sent from Father, my dearest Heavenly King,
Born to Mary in a stable, my redemption you will bring.
Merciful light sent by heaven to find those who stray,
Found again by my Savior, I now walk in your way!
Soothing light sent from God, to heal and help me see,
Now I look upon your mission and feel your light in me.
Transforming light sent from Father, to restore and make me new,
Through your grace and mercy, I am now a daughter true.
Hopeful light sent from heaven you cause my soul to sing,
I feel the love of the atonement and the joy your light doth bring!
Redeeming light sent from God, you paid the price of my sin,
Through you I will return to heaven and see God’s face again.
Holy light sent from Father, throughout eternity;
I will rejoice in the Light of the World; born to set me free!

Written by Michelene Glasson

Miracle From Heaven!

Because of Him!

The Gift

What can’t be held but is felt, is the gift that I hold dear,
The whisperings of the spirit that feel my soul with cheer.
The tender love of my generous Father who sent His son to earth,
To live and teach; to give me hope of redemption and rebirth.
Not wrapped in ribbon or paper this gift is precious above all,
It saves me from my sinful past and redeems me from my fall.
My Father dear, the generous one, has given me everything,
I stand amazed at the hope I feel, at the joy His love doth bring.
I cannot hold this gift of peace within my hands each day,
It lives within my heart, and is strengthened as I pray.
Not wrapped with ribbon or paper but shining within my soul,
Is the precious gift of my Redeemer who guides me towards my goal.
I praise the God who gave me life and saved me through His Son,
This gift not wrapped in paper or ribbon is the gift that brings me home.

Written by Michelene Glasson

Christmas is Love!

This is a beautiful talk given by our dear prophet Thomas S. Monson. In this talk he said, "Let us make Christmas real. It isn’t just tinsel and ribbon, unless we have made it so in our lives. Christmas is the spirit of giving without a thought of getting. It is happiness because we see joy in people. It is forgetting self and finding time for others. It is discarding the meaningless and stressing the true values. It is peace because we have found peace in the Savior’s teachings. It is the time we realize most deeply that the more love is expended, the more there is of it for others."

I am so grateful for the testimony and example of Thomas S. Monson. I am grateful to be a member of The Church Of Jesus Christ Of Latter Day Saints. It is a sacred privilege to be guided by a true living prophet of God.


As your feet walked toward the garden, I was there in every step,
I was the joy of eternity that through you would be kept.
You would not let me go, and so you held me near,
I was the joy within your deepest moment of pain and fear.
You looked into eternity and saw all I would hold,
And so you bent beneath God’s will and carried my heavy load.
I was the joy of your suffering, the balm to your pain,
Your agony the sacred price for all that I would gain.
And you held me as you suffered when they nailed you to the cross,
It was to you a worthy price for without you I was lost.
I was the joy of your suffering the hope that brought you through,
Alone at Golgotha my happiness you knew.
I cried out from heaven as I witnessed all you gave,
To ransom me from death and hell, my soul you did save.
I was held in that moment and I knew my joy could be,
For the King of Kings gave His life that His sister could be free.
Now as I walk you are the joy in each step,
For in the moments that I fail, I remember all you kept.
When the trials of life assail me and I feel I can’t go on,
I turn to you and find my strength for with you I am strong.
When I am wounded and heartbroken by the actions of men,
You hold me fast and I find joy as you give me strength again.
You are the joy in the footsteps I will experience one day,
I feel you there in every promise as I kneel to pray.
O Savior, my Redeemer my heart has joy in you,
My dearest friend, you brought me back and made my soul new!

Written by Michelene Glasson

Artwork by Simon Dewey

Joy and Spiritual Survival!

This was my favorite talk at general conference this year. Yep out of all the beautiful, sacred inspiring messages this is the one that I treasure the most. My poem Joy was inspired by this dear apostle of God. In this awesome talk Russell M. Nelson said, "Just as the Savior offers peace that “passeth all understanding,” He also offers an intensity, depth, and breadth of joy that defy human logic or mortal comprehension. For example, it doesn’t seem possible to feel joy when your child suffers with an incurable illness or when you lose your job or when your spouse betrays you. Yet that is precisely the joy the Savior offers. His joy is constant, assuring us that our “afflictions shall be but a small moment” and be consecrated to our gain. How, then, can we claim that joy? We can start by “looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith” “in every thought.” We can give thanks for Him in our prayers and by keeping covenants we’ve made with Him and our Heavenly Father. As our Savior becomes more and more real to us and as we plead for His joy to be given to us, our joy will increase. Joy is powerful, and focusing on joy brings God’s power into our lives. As in all things, Jesus Christ is our ultimate exemplar, “who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross.” Think of that! In order for Him to endure the most excruciating experience ever endured on earth, our Savior focused on joy! And what was the joy that was set before Him? Surely it included the joy of cleansing, healing, and strengthening us; the joy of paying for the sins of all who would repent; the joy of making it possible for you and me to return home—clean and worthy—to live with our Heavenly Parents and families. If we focus on the joy that will come to us, or to those we love, what can we endure that presently seems overwhelming, painful, scary, unfair, or simply impossible?"

I testify that we can have joy amid pain, loss, trial and heartache. Like every gift available to us we find it as we seek it. I have found that serving others invites peace and joy into my heart. The more I reach out to others the more I forget my own struggles as I am lost in the joy of helping them. I testify that obedience opens the door to joy. The faithful experience a peace and joy that the disobedient will never find. The greatest joy I have ever known is the joy of repenting and turning to my beloved Redeemer! I testify that He is reaching out wanting to share the peace and joy of the atonement with each of us. May we embrace the joyful gift of our Redeemer by repenting and finding His joy in our lives I pray.

Beloved Savior

In the premortal world you offered your life for mine,
Great Jehovah my Redeemer your love doth ever shine.
You stand between me and destruction and halt my endless pain,
You deliver me from my transgressions and wash away my stain.
Beloved Savior I will never forgot what you have done,
Your sacrifice a holy offering that my soul may be won.
May I stand as I once did with my dearest Heavenly King,
May my heart rejoice in gladness and praises to thee sing.
May each moment of my day reflect my Savior true,
May I ever build your kingdom and do as you would do.
May I never forget your sacrifice, for you paid the price of sin,
May I cherish my dearest Redeemer, who gave all that I might win.

Written by Michelene Glasson

Never A Better Hero!

Artwork by Brent Borup

Heavenly King

There within the stable Mary bore our Heavenly King,
Angels beheld the holy sight and praises they did sing!
There within her arms was God’s only begotten Son,
Sent to save a dying world and bring the faithful home!
Wrapped in swaddling clothes and held with gentle care,
Was the one who would bless His people, for our burdens He would bear.
The star above heralded this long awaited day,
The wise men followed with faith as they journeyed on their way!
Reaching the young child they knelt with reverence and love,
As they presented their best gifts for their King sent from above!

As a young man He sat in the temple, teaching His Fathers way,
His audience was held captive by all that He did say.
Though sinless the son of God was baptized by John,
Our perfect King showed the gate that would lead His people home.
For forty days He fasted and was tempted in every way,
He was steadfast and immovable and did not ever stray!
His pure voice on the mount pointed men above.
He taught the truths of eternity with gentleness and love!
The sick and downtrodden found relief from their King.
Healing, strength, the hope of heaven, His ministry did bring.
He was to those in darkness, a King they would not see,
Yet to the faithful He was Jehovah sent to set them free!

His apostles walked beside Him and He taught them how to live,
He was preparing their hearts for all that they must give.
Gathering for Passover He told them that soon He would die,
This was to them unbearable and they bowed their heads to cry.
One, He said, will betray me into the hands of men.
I will be taken and suffer death, yet I will live again.
Then he broke the bread and said eat in remembrance of me.
He blessed the wine and said, my blood will set you free.
In reverence they sang a hymn and found joy amid the night,
In presence of our God they were warmed by heavens light.

Walking toward the Mount of Olives He knew what He would face,
Yet for this purpose He was born to walk toward this place.
Each footstep held eternity as He walked in courage and love,
Holding God’s entire kingdom was our King sent from above!
Finally He reached the garden and alone walked toward His role,
To cleanse us, to know our pain, to save the repentant soul.
Kneeling in Gethsemane our Savior was rent with pain,
The sin of every soul He took, to wash away our stain
In that sacred moment, the world needed to be set free.
An angel was sent to strengthen our King who cried on bended knee.

Humbly our Redeemer surrendered his will to his Father with love,
Drinking the bitter cup that we might return above.
He felt the weight of every soul, our sin, our pain, our grief,
This so He could succor us, and offer loving relief.
The weight of indescribable agony pressed him and he bled,
Not from one, but every pore, our beloved King did shed.
His victory nearly complete, yet more he would have to give,
His life would be the price, that each of us could live.

In the garden the soldiers found him, with a kiss he was betrayed,
He surrendered himself peaceably, showing a better way.
Together his enemies counseled, seeking to take his life,
Within themselves they chose the Adversary, the way of darkness and strife.
Thirty pieces of silver were paid to bring him forth,
A price to hurt their Heavenly King, of perfect infinite worth.
Jesus was taken and bound then lead forth to the high priest,
They questioned the son of God, who quietly held His peace.

False witnesses came forth to condemn their Lord and King,
They would not have their Redeemer and the peace that He could bring.
Art thou the Son of God they asked, what will ye say?
Answering he said; Yes, and at His right hand forever I will stay.
The high priest, elders and scribes in anger then mocked and hurt God’s Son,
Quietly our beloved Redeemer endured all that was done.
Determined to take the life of God, they chose to send him away,
To Pilate they lead our beloved Redeemer on that dark and lonely day.

Pilate marveled greatly as he questioned the Prince of Peace,
A weight of warning was upon him, his spirit felt no ease.
For his wife had come to him saying do nothing to that just man,
But the roar of crowd was loud as he went to take a stand.
Clamoring for a way to spare him, he asked whom shall I free?
The crowd surrounded by evil shouted, “Barabbas we will see.”
The echo of his wife's warning, was ringing in his ear,
Yet still he heeded the voice of the crowd, their dark evil cheer.

Pilate had his soldiers scourge our loving Prince of Peace,
How filthy were his hands? How could his spirit be at ease?
Mockingly the soldiers placed a robe of purple on our King,
A crown of thorns and spitting they callously did bring.
Leading our God toward Golgotha, they saw not the King of all,
Their Redeemer, their deliver, sent to issue the call.
They cast lots on His vesture, to keep what held no worth,
Yet they could have deliverance, forgiveness and rebirth.

Mocking the King of Kings some called out for Him to come down,
Yet for this purpose He was born, to save and take His crown.
Humbly he suffered in agony, giving his life for all,
If we would have our Redeemer, and heed his faithful call.
At last his perfect soul returned to our loving God above,
His place secure forever, wrapped in His Fathers love!
The angels there did greet him with songs of worship and praise,
The souls of the righteous awaiting the bands of death he would break!

Beneath him the earth shook, and the sky turned dark and gray,
The lightening and the thunder roared , the earth a witness gave.
Our King was honored by angels, and praised by the faithful true,
Who knew the King of Kings had done what no other soul could do!
Saving our world from sin, the sting of death and pain,
His sacrifice the holy cost for all that we might gain.

On the third day he returned and reclaimed his life again,
Our living King, our Redeemer true, His love doth have no end!
He conquered death and sorrow, He conquered pain and grief,
He can bring us back, and offer us relief!
His is the call to answer, the voice that we must hear,
For if we follow faithfully our hearts will find great cheer!
We to can conquer evil through the grace of our Lord and King,
We can live with our God and praises of gladness sing!

He is the way to victory, He is the path of light,
May we honor the gift He gave as we journey toward His side.
And at last when He returns and every knee doth bend,
May we see his loving smile as he calls us disciple and friend!
Then our King will rule, and the world will be at peace,
The lion with the lamb, and the love of all increase,
Our dead will be restored to us, we will hold them once again,
We can partake of eternal life and have joy that never ends!
This gift is placed within our grasp, by our Savior and our friend,
He gave His life, a sacrifice, so we would live again!

Written by Michelene Glasson

Do You Have Room?

Room For Our Savior

The bustle of everyday life can crowd out our Lord and King,
Making room for everything but the peace that He can bring.
Subtly the enemy seeks to fill our hours with naught,
So that our beloved Redeemer is gift that we’ve forgot.
The noise that pervades our life can deafen us to His voice,
Then we not hearing the Master, make every crucial choice.
Surrounded by images and movies that degrade and lower men,
If we do not turn from temptation we leave no room for Him.
Sometimes our pride and high mindedness like a lock give no way in,
The Master is left to watch us, as we live in arrogance and sin.
Often we are blind and unable to see Him there,
Waiting for a place to stand amid the heartache and despair.
Making room for our Lord and King requires a change of heart,
A desire to cast out the bad and make a brand new start.
We must let go of all the clutter that pushed our Lord away.
As we repent and are sanctified with us our Lord can stay.

Written by Michelene Glasson