"The Master declared to one group: “Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! For ye are like unto whited sepulchers, which indeed appear
beautiful outward, but are within full of dead men’s bones, and of all uncleanness."
"Then there are
those who may outwardly appear impoverished, without talent, and doomed to mediocrity. A classic label appeared beneath a picture of the boy Abraham Lincoln. The words read: “Ill-housed, ill-clothed, ill-fed.” Unanticipated, unspoken,
and unprinted was the real label of the boy: “Destined for immortal glory.” Thomas S. Monson
As I walked along life’s path, many
put labels on me,
Their words a reflection of what they chose to see.
Unworthy, unstable, unfit, untrue, impure,
I looked at
all their labels, and knew that God saw more.
Sometimes shocked I would linger on another’s word,
And think how sad a lie is, “this label is absurd.”
I wondered at men’s offering so often lacking sight,
I thought of the atonement,
of heavens perfect light.
The labels of forgiveness, hope and rebirth,
The power of my Savior, my value and worth.
the opinion of the negative natural man,
I put on holy armor and the label, yes I can!
I can become royal, divine, celestial, a queen,
truth of who I am, through Christ shall be seen.
Written by Michelene Glasson