Artwork by Robert T. Barret

Heavens Sign


The Nephites watched for the sign of their King,
For the promise of redemption their Savior would bring.
A day and a night and a day all as one,
A witness to all of God's Holy Son.

The threat of death hung over their head,
But faith conquered fear, despair and dread.
Turning to God, Nephi prayed and heard,
The voice of Christ, His holy word.
Be of good cheer, for the sign will be given,
Sent with power by your God in heaven.
I come to fulfill my Father's plan,
To atone, to save and rescue man.

And so that night they saw the sign,
No darkness came, the sun did shine.
The prophets words fulfilled they saw,
What God declares is truth and law.

The wicked feared, the faithful sang,
Praises, joy and anthems rang.
Hosanna, hosanna, our King has come,
To redeem our souls and bring us home.

A new star shown bright and clear,
Nephi looked up and felt great cheer.
Our way, our life is born this night,
The Son of God our Holy Light.


Written by Michelene Glasson

This poem was inspired by the prophet Samuel and the story of Nephi's prayer found in the Book of Mormon.  Follow this link and read the entire chapter, it is a beautiful Christmas story.

A Dying World To Save


A dying world to save, His Fathers will His own,
Beneath the weight of sin His soul did groan.
In agony He sweat and bled from every pore,
That each child of God through Him could endure.

Our pain His own, our iniquity He bore,
That through His sacrifice we could become more.
The burdens of a dying world carried by only one,
Perfect, pure and kind, God's only begotten Son.

Billions kept by the love that held Him there,
He stayed for us all, that we might live and share.
Our ten thousand talents His debt to pay,
He knelt with love and chose to stay.

What can we give in return for all,
To Him who saved us from our fall?
Our broken heart, our sacrifice,
The fruit of change, to see the price.

A new direction toward our King,
To keep the gift and all He brings.
Come to the Garden behold your way,
Choose your God, will you stay?

The hour is near and soon will be,
When man and God together see.
That those who found and kept their King,
Will lift theirs voices and praises sing.

When He returns will He find you,
Devoted, repentant, kind and true?
Be wise my brother for man will face,
The Lord of all and truths place.

We cannot stand and remain,
If we have chosen to keep sins stain.
Come unto Christ today and see,
He held us all in Gethsemane.

A dying world kept by our Lord,
He is our shield, our stay, our sword.
Hold tight and treasure your only way,
Will you accept, abide and stay?


Written by Michelene Glasson

"And she shall bring forth a son, and thou shalt call his name Jesus: for he shall save his people from their sins. Matthew 1:21

Artwork by Breana Glasson

"And he came out, and went, as he was wont, to the mount of Olives; and his disciples also followed him. And when he was at the place, he said unto them, Pray that ye enter not into temptation. And he was withdrawn from them about a stone’s cast, and kneeled down, and prayed, Saying, Father, if thou be willing, remove this cup from me: nevertheless not my will, but thine, be done. And there appeared an angel unto him from heaven, strengthening him. And being in an agony he prayed more earnestly: and his sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling down to the ground." Luke 22:39-44


The Master’s Hand


The author of salvation thought to write of me,
To place words of happiness of joys He could see.
He wrote of my husband of children and more,
He wrote of me happy my feet on the shore.
His pen held in mercy wrote in smiles and fun,
The words of my story a gift He won!
The joy of eternal life, mine by His power,
Written with care in His difficult hour.
Yes there in the Garden and on Calvary,
My Savior was writing the story of me.
His words eternal wrote my way free,
My God, my King has ransomed me.


Written by Michelene Glasson

"Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God." Hebrews 12:2

Artwork by Breana Glasson

Mighty King


He broke the bands of death, His victory our way,

The Mighty One of Israel, will bring the brightest day.

We will rise triumphant by the power of the Son,

He who offered everything will bring His people home.


His suffering and blood will wash away our stain,

Through Christ our Redeemer forever we’ll remain.

What words of acclamation can capture Heavens gift,

He has mended our broken way, and healed sins rift.


We return by His grace and live by His light,

Our God our Deliverer so beautiful and bright.

Our thanks we offer to our Father for His Holy Son,

Our joy, our peace, our families, our Mighty King won.


Written by Michelene Glasson


"But behold, the bands of death shall be broken, and the Son reigneth, and hath power over the dead; therefore, he bringeth to pass the resurrection of the dead." Mosiah 15:20

Foretold With Joy


Long ago before the birth of our dear Heavenly King,

Our first parents spoke of the peace God would bring.

Adam and Eve gathered their littles ones near,

And taught of the way past all sin and fear.

They spoke of salvation of repentance and love,

They spoke of their Savior who would come from above.

The mighty Jehovah would be born to save all,

To suffer and atone, raising men from their fall.


The first Christmas stories were told long before,

The birth of our Savior, for by faith men saw more.

Lehi testified that in six hundred years,

Our King will be born, to wipe all our tears.

To cleanse from transgression and make us new,

With faith Lehi taught of all that he knew.

Songs of thanksgiving, praises were brought,

His witness of love will not be forgot.


Abraham knew in his own special way,

The light of deliverance for he felt one day,

He laid on the altar tied and bound,

His cry toward heaven, faiths pure sound.

The Savior answered and set him free,

This in similitude of what would be.

For He came to each as He took our pain,

His agony and love, to wash our stain.


The story of Christmas was told with care,

By prophets and apostles called to share.

Isaiah bore witness of the birth of love,

A son given by our Father above.

His words powerful revealed the way,

He spoke of justice and a brighter day.

The government upon our Holy King,

He saw the peace that Christ would bring.


Long before that holy night,

Men beheld God’s sacred light.

Angels were sent to declare the way,

God’s birth foretold to light their day.

King Benjamin saw an angel and knew,

His message of peace was great and true.

For Christ would come to save all men,

That we might repent and live again.


Alma held hope through the gift of God’s Son,

He had seen and felt what would be won.

Lost to darkness and misery,

It was Jesus and love that set him free.

Each day in Alma there was a place,

For the gift of God, for hope and grace.

The Christmas story he spread with zeal,

For he knew that God could cleanse and heal.


From the very beginning of man’s fall,

God’s angels sent a hopeful call.

Delivering a promise of redemption and light,

The story of Christmas, so clear and bright.

Samuel said, “there is none holy as the Lord,”

He is my rock, my way, my word.

He knew that Jehovah would live and be,

The one to save and set men free.


Gather my people and read with me,

Let’s turn the pages and rejoicing see.

The plan of salvation, prepared above,

When Christ stood forth with perfect love.

Offering Himself with the greatest care,

He humbly sought to give and share.

The gift of Christmas a story divine,

May it live in you, and brightly shine.


Written by Michelene Glasson


"And Adam and Eve, his wife, called upon the name of the Lord, and they heard the voice of the Lord from the way toward the Garden of Eden, speaking unto them, and they saw him not; for they were shut out from his presence.And he gave unto them commandments, that they should worship the Lord their God, and should offer the firstlings of their flocks, for an offering unto the Lord. And Adam was obedient unto the commandments of the Lord. And after many days an angel of the Lord appeared unto Adam, saying: Why dost thou offer sacrifices unto the Lord? And Adam said unto him: I know not, save the Lord commanded me. And then the angel spake, saying: This thing is a similitude of the sacrifice of the Only Begotten of the Father, which is full of grace and truth. Wherefore, thou shalt do all that thou doest in the name of the Son, and thou shalt repent and call upon God in the name of the Son forevermore. And Adam and Eve blessed the name of God, and they made all things known unto their sons and their daughters."Moses 5:4-8,12

"Yea, even six hundred years from the time that my father left Jerusalem, a prophet would the Lord God raise up among the Jews—even a Messiah, or, in other words, a Savior of the world. And he also spake concerning the prophets, how great a number had testified of these things, concerning this Messiah, of whom he had spoken, or this Redeemer of the world." 1 Nephi 10:4-5

"And as they lifted up their hands upon me, that they might offer me up and take away my life, behold, I lifted up my voice unto the Lord my God, and the Lord hearkened and heard, and he filled me with the vision of the Almighty, and the angel of his presence stood by me, and immediately unloosed my bands; And his voice was unto me: Abraham, Abraham, behold, my name is Jehovah, and I have heard thee, and have come down to deliver thee, and to take thee away from thy father’s house, and from all thy kinsfolk, into a strange land which thou knowest not of." Abraham 1:15-16 

"For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace." Isaiah 9:6

"And the things which I shall tell you are made known unto me by an angel from God. And he said unto me: Awake; and I awoke, and behold he stood before me. And he said unto me: Awake, and hear the words which I shall tell thee; for behold, I am come to declare unto you the glad tidings of great joy. For the Lord hath heard thy prayers, and hath judged of thy righteousness, and hath sent me to declare unto thee that thou mayest rejoice; and that thou mayest declare unto thy people, that they may also be filled with joy. For behold, the time cometh, and is not far distant, that with power, the Lord Omnipotent who reigneth, who was, and is from all eternity to all eternity, shall come down from heaven among the children of men, and shall dwell in a tabernacle of clay, and shall go forth amongst men, working mighty miracles, such as healing the sick, raising the dead, causing the lame to walk, the blind to receive their sight, and the deaf to hear, and curing all manner of diseases. And he shall cast out devils, or the evil spirits which dwell in the hearts of the children of men. And lo, he shall suffer temptations, and pain of body, hunger, thirst, and fatigue, even more than man can suffer, except it be unto death; for behold, blood cometh from every pore, so great shall be his anguish for the wickedness and the abominations of his people. And he shall be called Jesus Christ, the Son of God, the Father of heaven and earth, the Creator of all things from the beginning; and his mother shall be called Mary. And lo, he cometh unto his own, that salvation might come unto the children of men even through faith on his name; and even after all this they shall consider him a man, and say that he hath a devil, and shall scourge him, and shall crucify him. And he shall rise the third day from the dead; and behold, he standeth to judge the world; and behold, all these things are done that a righteous judgment might come upon the children of men. For behold, and also his blood atoneth for the sins of those who have fallen by the transgression of Adam, who have died not knowing the will of God concerning them, or who have ignorantly sinned. But wo, wo unto him who knoweth that he rebelleth against God! For salvation cometh to none such except it be through repentance and faith on the Lord Jesus Christ." Mosiah 3:2-12

"Now, behold, I say unto you, if I had not been born of God I should not have known these things; but God has, by the mouth of his holy angel, made these things known unto me, not of any worthiness of myself; For I went about with the sons of Mosiah, seeking to destroy the church of God; but behold, God sent his holy angel to stop us by the way. And behold, he spake unto us, as it were the voice of thunder, and the whole earth did tremble beneath our feet; and we all fell to the earth, for the fear of the Lord came upon us. But behold, the voice said unto me: Arise. And I arose and stood up, and beheld the angel. And he said unto me: If thou wilt of thyself be destroyed, seek no more to destroy the church of God. And it came to pass that I fell to the earth; and it was for the space of three days and three nights that I could not open my mouth, neither had I the use of my limbs. And the angel spake more things unto me, which were heard by my brethren, but I did not hear them; for when I heard the words—If thou wilt be destroyed of thyself, seek no more to destroy the church of God—I was struck with such great fear and amazement lest perhaps I should be destroyed, that I fell to the earth and I did hear no more. But I was racked with eternal torment, for my soul was harrowed up to the greatest degree and racked with all my sins. Yea, I did remember all my sins and iniquities, for which I was tormented with the pains of hell; yea, I saw that I had rebelled against my God, and that I had not kept his holy commandments. Yea, and I had murdered many of his children, or rather led them away unto destruction; yea, and in fine so great had been my iniquities, that the very thought of coming into the presence of my God did rack my soul with inexpressible horror. Oh, thought I, that I could be banished and become extinct both soul and body, that I might not be brought to stand in the presence of my God, to be judged of my deeds. And now, for three days and for three nights was I racked, even with the pains of a damned soul. And it came to pass that as I was thus racked with torment, while I was harrowed up by the memory of my many sins, behold, I remembered also to have heard my father prophesy unto the people concerning the coming of one Jesus Christ, a Son of God, to atone for the sins of the world. Now, as my mind caught hold upon this thought, I cried within my heart: O Jesus, thou Son of God, have mercy on me, who am in the gall of bitterness, and am encircled about by the everlasting chains of death. And now, behold, when I thought this, I could remember my pains no more; yea, I was harrowed up by the memory of my sins no more. And oh, what joy, and what marvelous light I did behold; yea, my soul was filled with joy as exceeding as was my pain! Yea, I say unto you, my son, that there could be nothing so exquisite and so bitter as were my pains. Yea, and again I say unto you, my son, that on the other hand, there can be nothing so exquisite and sweet as was my joy. Yea, methought I saw, even as our father Lehi saw, God sitting upon his throne, surrounded with numberless concourses of angels, in the attitude of singing and praising their God; yea, and my soul did long to be there. But behold, my limbs did receive their strength again, and I stood upon my feet, and did manifest unto the people that I had been born of God. Yea, and from that time even until now, I have labored without ceasing, that I might bring souls unto repentance; that I might bring them to taste of the exceeding joy of which I did taste; that they might also be born of God, and be filled with the Holy Ghost." Alma 36: 5-24

"There is none holy as the Lord: for there is none beside thee: neither is there any rock like our God." 1 Samuel 2:2





The Way To Mercy


What mercy brings a wretched man to joy beyond compare?

What mercy calls me from shame, to become your heir?

What mercy will wash away the stains of my sinful life?

What mercy heals a broken path of rebellion, sin and strife?

What mercy heals the aching wounds that I know?

What mercy strengthens me and helps me grow?

What mercy looks past today and sees eternity?

What mercy King sent you to earth to bleed and die for me?

The answer of your love lives inside my heart,

A gentle voice that reassures the way to my new start.

Your mercy, your sacrifice, you’re my way,

Your redeeming power brightens every day.

Glory be to the Father for the matchless gift of His Son,

For through the sacrifice of God, the sinner can be won.


Written by Michelene Glasson



"Behold, my soul delighteth in the things of the Lord; and my heart pondereth continually upon the things which I have seen and heard. Nevertheless, notwithstanding the great goodness of the Lord, in showing me his great and marvelous works, my heart exclaimeth: O wretched man that I am! Yea, my heart sorroweth because of my flesh; my soul grieveth because of mine iniquities. I am encompassed about, because of the temptations and the sins which do so easily beset me. And when I desire to rejoice, my heart groaneth because of my sins; nevertheless, I know in whom I have trusted. My God hath been my support; he hath led me through mine afflictions in the wilderness; and he hath preserved me upon the waters of the great deep. He hath filled me with his love, even unto the consuming of my flesh. He hath confounded mine enemies, unto the causing of them to quake before me. Behold, he hath heard my cry by day, and he hath given me knowledge by visions in the night-time. And by day have I waxed bold in mighty prayer before him; yea, my voice have I sent up on high; and angels came down and ministered unto me. And upon the wings of his Spirit hath my body been carried away upon exceedingly high mountains. And mine eyes have beheld great things, yea, even too great for man; therefore I was bidden that I should not write them. O then, if I have seen so great things, if the Lord in his condescension unto the children of men hath visited men in so much mercy, why should my heart weep and my soul linger in the valley of sorrow, and my flesh waste away, and my strength slacken, because of mine afflictions? And why should I yield to sin, because of my flesh? Yea, why should I give way to temptations, that the evil one have place in my heart to destroy my peace and afflict my soul? Why am I angry because of mine enemy? Awake, my soul! No longer droop in sin. Rejoice, O my heart, and give place no more for the enemy of my soul. Do not anger again because of mine enemies. Do not slacken my strength because of mine afflictions. Rejoice, O my heart, and cry unto the Lord, and say: O Lord, I will praise thee forever; yea, my soul will rejoice in thee, my God, and the rock of my salvation. O Lord, wilt thou redeem my soul? Wilt thou deliver me out of the hands of mine enemies? Wilt thou make me that I may shake at the appearance of sin? May the gates of hell be shut continually before me, because that my heart is broken and my spirit is contrite! O Lord, wilt thou not shut the gates of thy righteousness before me, that I may walk in the path of the low valley, that I may be strict in the plain road! O Lord, wilt thou encircle me around in the robe of thy righteousness! O Lord, wilt thou make a way for mine escape before mine enemies! Wilt thou make my path straight before me! Wilt thou not place a stumbling block in my way—but that thou wouldst clear my way before me, and hedge not up my way, but the ways of mine enemy. O Lord, I have trusted in thee, and I will trust in thee forever. I will not put my trust in the arm of flesh; for I know that cursed is he that putteth his trust in the arm of flesh. Yea, cursed is he that putteth his trust in man or maketh flesh his arm. Yea, I know that God will give liberally to him that asketh. Yea, my God will give me, if I ask not amiss; therefore I will lift up my voice unto thee; yea, I will cry unto thee, my God, the rock of my righteousness. Behold, my voice shall forever ascend up unto thee, my rock and mine everlasting God. Amen." 2 Nephi 4:16-35 



Artwork by Brent Borup



Eternity transformed by God's Holy Son,
Beauty for ash, by sacrifice won.
Upward I move toward joy and love,
By the power of the Son, I return above.
Leaving behind all shame and sin,
My crown and robe He did win.
A royal daughter restored by grace,
I stand and adore God's holy face.


Written by Michlelne Glasson

"To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that he might be glorified." Isaiah 61:3

Artwork by Breana Glasson

A Thousand Ships

A thousand pieces of heaven held within my hand,

A thousand pieces of true love, beautiful and grand.

A thousand ships call me to kneel and humbly pray,

A thousand ships surround me as I walk each day.

A thousand reasons to smile, for God is good and kind,

A thousand chances to seek out what I sought to find.

A thousand ships of grace beckon me near,

A thousand loving angels fill my heart with cheer.

A thousand ships of devotion sailing out from me,

A thousand ships of kindness for my true love to see.

A thousand times and more I cry thanking thee,

For the Holy One of Israel born to rescue me.

Written by Michelene Glasson


"Or have angels ceased to appear unto the children of men? Or has he withheld the power of the Holy Ghost from them? Or will he, solong as time shall last, or the earth shall stand, or there shall be one man upon the face thereof to be saved? Behold I say unto you, Nay; for it is by faith that miracles are wrought; and it is by faith that angels appear and minister unto men; wherefore, if these things have ceased wo be unto the children of men, for it is because of unbelief, and all is vain." Moroni 7:36-37


My Feet 


My feet march on to the beat of my Lord,

I hear the song of His beckoning word.

I smile and laugh and hope as I go,

To all that my King wants me to know.

My steps happy bright and clear,

I look ahead with peace and cheer.

He smiles with joy and we both sing,

Of all the joy that change can bring.

A broken heart, can heal and mend,

A child lost becomes a friend.

The price of joy He freely brought,

That all my sins would be forgot.

Yes I march and see the light,

The Son of God, clear and bright. 


Written by Michelene Glasson


"And said, Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven." Matthew 18:3



"As we look to Jesus as our Exemplar and as we follow in His footsteps, we can return safely to our Heavenly Father to live with Him forever. Said the prophet Nephi, “Unless a man shall endure to the end, in following the example of the Son of the living God, he cannot be saved.” Thomas S. Monson

White As Snow 

Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow,
The peace of redemption, the joy you know.
I the Lord God will remember your sins no more,
Your feet I will bring to a far distant shore.
There you will stand by the power of grace,
This gift from me, your joy, your place.
Come forth my daughter and rejoice with me,
Your God, your King has set you free.

Written by Michelene Glasson


"Come now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool." Isaiah 1:18

Artwork by Don Christensen

Holy Prophets


You look and see the foundation of God,

You behold with reverence the iron rod.

You hear and know the voice of He,

Who was born to save and set men free.


His power is yours as you seek your way,

He sends a shower of light each day.

A force for good and grace to all,

To save and rescue from the fall.


Manna from heaven, hope and light,

He shows men what is right.

A world that holds salvations plan,

The light of God is here with man.


His voice through them, His will clear,

As you follow them, He is near.

Behold the prophets of almighty God,

His truth to you, the iron rod.


Written by Michelene Glasson


"As he spake by the mouth of his holy prophets, which have been since the world began." Luke 1:70

Our Canvas


Upon our canvas we seek to show,

Our love for God and heavens glow,

Moving with care and pure intent,

Our strokes are planned each well meant.


At times we change the image and see,

Our work is found on bended knee.

The picture we paint considers all,

Our colors reveal the Master’s call.


The beauty we create is not our own,

Our purpose is found as He is known.

The image at last reveals His face,

Our canvas finished by grace.


We look with reverence and see the Son,

Our way to heaven the gift He won.

The Master’s hand was guiding ours,

Our strokes leading toward the stars.


Upward we fly toward the light,

Our painting clear, new and bright.


Written by Michelene Glasson


"And I saw the stars, that they were very great, and that one of them was nearest unto the throne of God; and there were many great ones which were near unto it; And the Lord said unto me: These are the governing ones; and the name of the great one is Kolob, because it is near unto me, for I am the Lord thy God: I have set this one to govern all those which belong to the same order as that upon which thou standest." Abraham 3:2-3


Artwork by Joseph Brickey

God’s Gift


God thought to give a wondrous gift, so he made a plan,

I will extend my love and grace through mortal man.

Many of my blessings through them will be given,

Their hands of love will bring the mercy of heaven.

And so God reached to those who would hearken and bestow,

The peace and reassurance, he wanted each to know.

Many worthy children were led by heavens light,

To share the gifts of God so beautiful and bright.

A burden lifted, a smile brought, a kind word of love,

The gentle acts of mortal man, the hand of God above.


Written by Michelene Glasson


"And also, ye yourselves will succor those that stand in need of your succor; ye will administer of your substance unto him that standeth in need; and ye will not suffer that the beggar putteth up his petition to you in vain, and turn him out to perish."Mosiah 4:16

Artwork by Breana Glasson

Your Dearest Friend


Come now and behold your dearest friend,
Who’s love and mercy will never end.

Behold your way, your light, your all,
Born to save you from your fall.

His blood to cleanse your broken path,
His cup the price of eternal wrath.

Come now to worship and adore,
He who opens heaven’s door.

Hosanna, hosanna, to Gods holy Son,
His love and mercy bring you home.


Written by Michelene Glasson


For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. John 3:16 




Artwork by Breanan 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 directed 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,
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 suffered in 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 led 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 rejoicing, for new life He would raise.

The earth and sky witnessed with a sorrowful display,
The price of salvation on that sacred day.
Bolts of lightning like a cry from above,
The thunder crashing a witness of love.
The power of angels shaking the land,
Men who betrayed God, no longer could stand
The temple rent in two, heaven's sky gray,
A witness to all of what God gave that day.

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,
Our Mighty King and Savior so glorious and bright.
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.
Reunited with our loved ones, we will stand and know,
The peace of our Redeemer, heavens perfect glow.

Written by Michelene Glasson

Artwork by Breana Glasson

"We testify that He will someday return to earth. “And the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together” (Isaiah 40:5). He will rule as King of Kings and reign as Lord of Lords, and every knee shall bend and every tongue shall speak in worship before Him. Each of us will stand to be judged of Him according to our works and the desires of our hearts."

"We bear testimony, as His duly ordained Apostles—that Jesus is the Living Christ, the immortal Son of God. He is the great King Immanuel, who stands today on the right hand of His Father. He is the light, the life, and the hope of the world. His way is the path that leads to happiness in this life and eternal life in the world to come. God be thanked for the matchless gift of His divine Son."

The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints