Unkindled Mercy


Death before us every day,

The lights of men as they stray.

Going out we watch and see,

The fading glow of what could be.


The spark divine, they bank with pride,

No light or love will abide.

Wandering with no will to shine,

They walk to death and think their fine.


Dim and faint, then finally still,

Their light gone, Satan’s will.

Unkindled mercy no power to see,

The God of Israel who set them free.


Written by Michelene Glasson



"And now for this cause, that ye may not be destroyed, the Lord has sent his angel to visit many of his people, declaring unto them that they must go forth and cry mightily unto this people, saying: Repent ye, for the kingdom of heaven is nigh at hand; And not many days hence the Son of God shall come in his glory; and his glory shall be the glory of the Only Begotten of the Father, full of grace, equity, and truth, full of patience, mercy, and long-suffering, quick to hear the cries of his people and to answer their prayers. And behold, he cometh to redeem those who will be baptized unto repentance, through faith on his name.Therefore, prepare ye the way of the Lord, for the time is at hand that all men shall reap a reward of their works, according to that which they have been—if they have been righteous they shall reap the salvation of their souls, according to the power and deliverance of Jesus Christ; and if they have been evil they shall reap the damnation of their souls, according to the power and captivation of the devil." Alma 9:25-28


Artwork by Natalia Rak

Returning By Grace 

I was a beggar, wandering far from home,
I was a stranger distracted and alone.
I was a blind man, who did not wish to see,
I was imprisoned refusing to be free.
I was an idle man lost to myself,
I was a greedy man, wasting my wealth.
I was an empty man, not growing love,
I was a shallow man, who would not look above.
I was a busy man seeking for fun,
I was a selfish man, leaving much undone.
I was a vain man, puffed up with pride.
I was a lost man, determined to reside.
I was a stubborn fool, who would not see my sin,
I was a rebel, who would not try to win.

Then a light shown, piercing my heart,
Then you began, Lord, to create my new start.
Then the pain of transforming was ours,
Then we looked at past sins and scars.
Then the process of me choosing light,
Then together we began to make things right.
Then the uphill journey was ours to bear,
Then the painful steps were ours to share.
Then you looked and smiled and so did I,
Then we both saw birds soar and fly.
Then we began to speak of heavens light,
Then you touched my heart and I shown bright.

By grace my Lord we have journeyed so far,
By grace my dear friend, you heal my scar.
By grace my Redeemer you wash me clean,
By grace all peace and joy is seen.
By grace I travel you with me,
By grace I become new and free.
By grace this weak daughter is strong,
By grace I find my grateful song.
By grace you transform my soul,
By grace I reach for my goal.
By grace I endure and stand with power,
By grace I am sustained every hour.
By grace the enemy flees my sight,
By grace I win this sacred fight.
By grace my King you bring me home,
By grace I kneel at thy throne.

Beloved Redeemer I praise thy name,
You healed my heart and took my stain.
Beloved Savior you atoned for my sin,
You paid the price so I could win.
Beloved Master you stand supreme,
By your grace all joy is seen.
Beloved King born to save,
You raise me up from the grave.
Beloved Jehovah you shine in me,
By grace my Lord, I am set free.
Beloved Creator I kneel and know,
By grace dear Lord I will continue to grow. 

Written by Michelene Glasson






Artwork by Yongsung Kim

"In mortality we experience physical birth and the opportunity for spiritual rebirth. We are admonished by prophets and apostles to awake unto God, be “born again,”and become new creatures in Christ by receiving in our lives the blessings made possible through the Atonement of Jesus Christ. The “merits, and mercy, and grace of the Holy Messiah” can help us triumph over the self-centered and selfish tendencies of the natural man and become more selfless, benevolent, and saintly. We are exhorted to so live that we can “stand spotless before [the Lord] at the last day." David A. Bednar

Eternal Life


The crown upon her head, so radiant and bright,

The dress she wears, so pure and white.

The light coming from her, so beautiful and clear,

The family she loves, so sacred and dear.


Behold her joy, a daughter of light,

Behold God’s grace burning bright!

Behold her place given by her King,

Behold with reverence all Christ did bring!

Behold her Deliverer, her power and way,

Behold the joy they feel this day!


Written by Michelene Glasson

Tiny Dots

Tiny dots of beauty that change eternity,
Tiny dots of mercy that brought you to me.
Tiny dots of light illuminated my way,
Tiny dots of love in all we chose to say.

Tiny dots of beauty in every song I heard,
Tiny dots of love in every written word.
Tiny dots of power in the angels that He sent,
Tiny dots of protection everywhere I went.

Tiny dots of wonder as I saw a falcon fly,
Tiny dots of heaven falling from the sky.
Tiny dots of grace sent by my King,
Tiny dots of strength that changed everything.

Tiny were the blessings as they fell for me,
Each one a gift so beautiful to see.
The picture of my Savior in Gethsemane,
Tiny dots of grace sent to rescue me.

Come look at my canvas and you will see him there,
In every tiny dot, His love and light and care.
Beautiful and sacred are the dots sent from above,
How lovely is the painting of the Master’s perfect love.

Written by Michelene Glasson