Arwork by Frans Schwartz's

Eternal Threads

 

To save each sacred family, God stayed and suffered there,
To see us sealed and happy that together we could share.
His agony to bind and seal or else all was lost,
His sacrifice our joy, so He stayed and paid the cost.

Behold your little ones, behold His love,
Behold each sacred family kept by God above.
See your Savior, the threads of eternal life,
Look with joy upon each husband and wife.

The binding of God's family His to give,
How great our Redeemer! By Him we live!
May we hold safe all we can know,
May His sacrifice be the family we grow.

 

Written by Michelene Glasson

Believing God's Promise

 

Her eyes see the beauty of husband and wife,
She observes true love as she journeys through life.
With reverence an aching she endures her test,
Believing God's promise that she will be blessed.

Empty of the greatest privilege of all,
Still she stands fast heeding God's call.
Her days productive her hours well spent,
God watches lovingly to see her intent.

Valiant and virtuous she walks a straight line,
Giving her all and choosing to shine.
Angels surround her and hold her near,
Calming her ache and soothing her fear.

Tears on her pillow a yearning for more,
Day after day she seeks to endure.
Reaching and striving for the absolute best,
Lonely and aching she finishes her test.

Brought home to heaven she receives her place,
And looks with joy at her Saviors face.
No longer empty, no tears of pain,
Only peace and love remain.

Her voice unsteady she speaks with care,
Thank you God for all you share.
Thank you for sacrificing your life for me,
For giving me strength and setting me free.

Thank you for the family you have prepared and grown,
Through you dear King my dream is known.
My tears are joy and all is clear,
You stayed for me, and brought me here.

My cup you fill, my soul you claim,
Great Jehovah I praise your name!

 

Written by Michelene Glasson

"Understandably, many have expressed that our Father’s promised blessings are just “way too far away,” particularly when our lives are overflowing with challenges. But Amulek taught that “this life is the time … to prepare to meet God.” It is not the time to receive all of our blessings. President Packer explained, “‘And they all lived happily ever after’ is never written into the second act. That line belongs in the third act, when the mysteries are solved and everything is put right.” However, a vision of our Father’s incredible promised blessings must be the central focus before our eyes every day—as well as an awareness “of the multitude of his tender mercies” that we experience on a daily basis. Sisters, I do not know why we have the many trials that we have, but it is my personal feeling that the reward is so great, so eternal and everlasting, so joyful and beyond our understanding that in that day of reward, we may feel to say to our merciful, loving Father, “Was that all that was required?” I believe that if we could daily remember and recognize the depth of that love our Heavenly Father and our Savior have for us, we would be willing to do anything to be back in Their presence again, surrounded by Their love eternally. What will it matter, dear sisters, what we suffered here if, in the end, those trials are the very things which qualify us for eternal life and exaltation in the kingdom of God with our Father and Savior? I testify that our bodies are sacred gifts from our Heavenly Father and that as we keep our lives pure and clean through the atoning sacrifice of our Savior and keep the vision of our Father’s promised rewards daily in front of us, we will one day receive “all that [our] Father hath.” In the sacred name of Jesus Christ, amen." Linda S. Reeves

Zions Promise

More than one world, infinite love,
More than one wife given above.
My Fathers great plans perfect and pure,
A celestial law for those who endure.

No one diminished but added upon,
Worlds of love pure and strong.
Faith and unity a higher way,
God's Son our light every day.

Arms now empty filled by grace,
Every daughter in her place.
No poor, no rich, no child alone,
Each faithful soul finding home.

O day of Zion, O hour of light,
When God returns and all is right.
Zion our city, all made new,
Come forth my God! We wait for you!

Written by Michelene Glasson