Artwork by Breana Glasson

 This entire blog is done to celebrate and honor our King and Savior, Jesus Christ.  Through the prophet Joseph Smith we have learned that the actual birth of the Savior was on April 6th.  This blog post is our bithday gift to Him!  We rejoice in the hope we have because of His great atoning sacrifice; He is the miracle that calls us home!  All that we long to have and keep is kept by the power of God's only begotten Son!  We hope as you enjoy the art, apostolic testimonies, poetry and scriptures,  you will feel of Jesus Christ's love for you.  

 

The Key

 

Tethered to the ground by the weight of my sin,

Like a bird with no wings, unable to win.

I pulled and I struggled trying to break free,

But my fight was in vain, for I relied only on me.

At last tired and weak, I looked to the sky,

Please help me I cried, that again I may fly.

Broken hearted I pled for your grace to be sent,

I felt my tethers loosen as humbly I bent.

Soon I became strong and finally broke free,

I smiled as my Savior placed new wings on me.

With joy I sored upward toward all that could be,

To my home in the sky, my King made for me.

Reaching the gate I landed with care,

And looked for a way to the joy I would share.

Then you stepped forward and offered a key,

I reached for it humbly, for your wounds I did see.

Tears filled my eyes as together we stepped,

Toward a place that through you forever is kept.

 

Written by Michelene Glasson

 

"When I think of what the Savior did for us leading up to that first Easter Sunday, I want to lift up my voice and shout praises to the Most High God and His Son, Jesus Christ! The gates of heaven are unlocked! The windows of heaven are opened! Today and forevermore God’s grace is available to all whose hearts are broken and whose spirits are contrite. Jesus Christ has cleared the way for us to ascend to heights incomprehensible to mortal minds." Dieter F. Uchtdorf

 

Recued by Christ!

The journey of writing poetry is an experience I share with the holy apostles and prophets of God. I first sit with them a while and then I find myself writing and feeling my Savior near. For me this Easter journey began with Dieter F. Uchtdorf. I listened to this talk on grace many times and felt my understanding grow as I took in his witness of Christ. I am grateful for my membership in this The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. It is a sacred privilege to be lead by His holy prophets and apostles. They are His mouth piece, as we follow them we are following Him. My feet are ever grateful to walk behind those who follow Christ. I especially love Dieter F. Uchtdorf, he will always be my favorite apostle!:)

 

My Chalkboard

 

A chalkboard full of all my sins I saw,

With shame I looked at each broken law.

I read the words and anguish filled my heart,

I felt hopeless and sad as I beheld my part.

I tried to erase my sins but it was in vain,

There was no way for me to remove my stain.

My heart broken, I wept in regret,

The pain of my failings I could not forget.

Then the door opened, and you quietly came in,

You looked at me with love, then viewed my sin.

Gently you stepped forward and wiped away each mark,

Then reaching out in love you pulled from the dark.

How is it done I said, as you held me with care,

Your answer was soft as your love you did share.

I atoned for these sins in the Gethsemane,

My sacrifice the cost to make you free.

This board will now hold your new life my friend,

Go to and be faithful and endure to the end.

I will stand with you as you seek for light,

My strength will be yours as you finish this fight.

Then you left me and I looked to see,

My slate wiped clean by the one who loved me.

A piece of chalk you left in my care,

With a gentle command to lift, love and share.

Smiling I went to the board and began,

To write what I knew as with God I did stand!

 

Written by Michelene Glasson

 

Alma 36: 12-24

 

Blessed

 

Blessed are the meek who find their strength in me,

For I will hold them close and set their spirits free.

Blessed are the poor who rely on their King,

For I will fill their cup and cause them to sing.

Blessed are those who mourn, for I will comfort with care,

My strength and power with them I will share.

Blessed are they who hunger for my light,

For I will send my gospel beautiful and bright.

Blessed are those who show mercy each day,

For their mansion I prepare, with me they shall stay.

Blessed are those with a heart pure and kind,

For the treasures of heaven I’ll help them to find.

Blessed are the peacemakers who lift and inspire,

Like a beacon of light, they will shine ever higher.

Blessed are those who endure the persecution of men,

For returning I will call them my disciple and friend.

Rejoice and be happy for I prepare you a place,

Won in Gethsemane and found through my grace.

Blessed I will call you as you enter your rest,

A crown I will give, for you did your best!

 

Written by Michelene Glasson

 

Matthew 5:3-12

Artwork by Breana Glasson

He Lives! She Lives!

 

The sound of her voice, the light in her eyes,

The truth of her love as I faced men’s lies.

Her hand upon my back as I wept for more,

The whisper of her testimony, faithful and pure.

Still and quiet I view her temple and see,

My daughter is gone, taken from me.

No more does light shine forth from her eyes,

I view the emptiness and my soul cries.

Gone she is gone, my heart cannot bear;

Her departure from life and all we can’t share.

As I lay in the silence and ponder my loss,

I think of my Savior as He hung on the cross.

Gone He is gone, they cried in despair,

No more with our King can we live and share.

Weeping in love they mourned and felt stark,

The stillness of the tomb was heavy and dark.

Yet on the third day in love they went forth,

To honor and bless their King of great worth.

Returning they found His tomb empty and bare,

Two angels stood forth and with joy they did share.

Your King has returned and broke the bands of death,

He has conquered the Adversary and restored living breath!

Amazed, they pondered this message of love,

Sent by their God who reigns high above.

Rejoicing they smiled and spoke words of light,

His lives, He lives, and we will stand in His sight.

Hope took the place of the sorrow they knew,

And now they felt enlivened for they knew it was true!

Here in the silence their witness is mine,

I remember the angels and my soul starts to shine.

She will live, she will live, I will have her again,

Brought back by her Savior, her Redeemer, her friend!

 

Written by Michelene Glasson

I love Jeffrey R. Holland and I am grateful for his apostolic witness of Jesus Christ! This Easter talk is very touching, he walks you through those last lonely moments of the Saviors life; it is a beautiful and sacred walk. At the close of this inspired talk he says, "Brothers and sisters, one of the great consolations of this Easter season is that because Jesus walked such a long, lonely path utterly alone, we do not have to do so. His solitary journey brought great company for our little version of that path—the merciful care of our Father in Heaven, the unfailing companionship of this Beloved Son, the consummate gift of the Holy Ghost, angels in heaven, family members on both sides of the veil, prophets and apostles, teachers, leaders, friends. All of these and more have been given as companions for our mortal journey because of the Atonement of Jesus Christ and the Restoration of His gospel. Trumpeted from the summit of Calvary is the truth that we will never be left alone nor unaided, even if sometimes we may feel that we are. Truly the Redeemer of us all said: “I will not leave you comfortless: [My Father and] I will come to you [and abide with you].”

I have felt myself stretched to the limits during my mortal test, I have reached moments so discouraging I wanted to give up. I have known loss, heartbreak, betrayal, loneliness and despair. Yet I never faced these experiences and feelings alone, my Savior has always been with me. He has always reached out and lifted my soul. I have been blessed and guided by the words of our prophets and apostles, both living and dead. The Holy Ghost has reassured me that I am loved and needed. Angels have ministered to me and I have felt heavens embrace. The embrace of heaven has often taken the form of a friend who cares enough to do something to lift my weary heart. These moments of love and sharing are inspired by the Holy Ghost. As friends follow and head promptings they become part of my enduring success. All that I am sent in love comes in and through my beloved Redeemer. He is the key to happiness, the way to freedom, His is the only path that leads to exaltation in the kingdom of heaven. I rejoice in that path! I rejoice in the miracles that sustain me! I rejoice in this beautiful gospel! I rejoice in the happily ever after I am walking to! I know I will reach my destination if I walk with my beloved Redeemer!

Artwork by Breana Glasson

Before

Before I faced temptation you experienced my sin,
There in Gethsemane my soul you chose to win!
Before I was crushed by depression my burden you bore,
So that in my aching need, through grace I might endure.
Before my heart was broken by the cruelty of men,
My strength was in my Savior, for you held me even then.
Before I was lonely you felt this hurt for me,
That in the depths of adversity, through you I would see.
Before I felt confused and knew not where to turn,
You carried my burden, that together we might learn.
Before I faced sickness and felt my body fail,
You swallowed death and misery, saving me from hell.
Before I stood in heaven you held me here on earth,
Your agony in Gethsemane was the joy of my rebirth.

 

Written by Michelene Glasson

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