Artwork by Breana

In preparation to honor the Savior of the world for His birthday I made an important adjustment to the poem Heavenly King. I felt inspired to adjust Pilate's part in the sacred story of Jesus Christ. When I heard Dieter F. Uchtdorf give his conference address Behold the Man I was touched deeply when he spoke of Pilate. I felt a new awareness of the Saviors love for Pilate and of Pilates regret. My gift for my Savior this April 6 is to share the updated version of Heavenly King. I wish each of you a very merry Christmas!:)

When Breana finished the artwork for Pilate I was inspired to write one more poem. This poem captures my feelings as I look through the window. I thought of Joshua in the bible as I viewed Pilate. I thought of myself and every child of God; we each sit before the sacred truth that without the great atoning sacrifice of Jesus Christ we could not be washed clean and brought to joy. I thank my dear Father in heaven for the majesty and perfection of His only begotten Son. He truly is the light and life of the world!

"And he shewed me Joshua the high priest standing before the angel of the Lord, and Satan standing at his right hand to resist him. And the Lord said unto Satan, The Lord rebuke thee, O Satan; even the Lord that hath chosen Jerusalem rebuke thee: is not this a brand plucked out of the fire? Now Joshua was clothed with filthy garments, and stood before the angel. And he answered and spake unto those that stood before him, saying, Take away the filthy garments from him. And unto him he said, Behold, I have caused thine iniquity to pass from thee, and I will clothe thee with change of raiment." Zechariah 3:1-4

Through the Window

Through the window, see the One who suffers so,
See the cross now, see he never let you go.
See Him walk to Calvary for you,
He will do what no other could do.

Through the window see the sky darkest gray,
See your hope now, as He suffers here today.
As they hurt Him, with love He will stay,
He is perfect, he will not walk away.

Through the window see Him carry all your pain.
See the water, see His blood will cleanse your stain,
As His heart breaks, the bread you will know,
How he loves you, how he never let you go.

Through window hear him say Father send me,
See your Savior, see He died to set you free.
See His promise fulfilled with greatest love,
See His great sacrifice, as he honors God above!

Through the window see the One who calls you forth,
See His power, see him witness of your worth.
Precious child, see He gave his life for you,
Come to Jesus and He will make you new!

Through window see the sky is now bright,
See the beauty of His holy light.
See Him rise with healing in his wings,
Feel the rejoicing His victory brings!

Through window see new raiment in your hand,
Feel his power, as he raises you to stand.
See the print marks and understand the way,
Praise your God as you live again today!

Written by Michelene

What is Love

What is to love? Is it having everything your way?
Is it moments and memories? Or is it how you stay?

What is love? Is it passion and desire?
Is it feeling him near? Or walking through fire?

What is love? Is it without harm or pain?
Is it always glad? Or is to hurt and remain?

What is love? Is it free from care?
Is it just you and him? Or is it the call to share?

What is love? It is integrity and light,
It is seeing God's will and doing what’s right.

What is love? It is bearing the cross you are given,
It is hurting and firmly holding fast to heaven.

What is love? It is an anchor divine,
It seeing God's mercy and choosing to shine?

What is love? It is the answer you give,
It is the truth of your soul each day you live.

What is love? It the One who honored God's will,
It is the pain of the cup and His soul still.

What is love? It is Christ as He carries me through,
It is His grace in all that I do.

What is love? It is the truth that my King died for me,
It is the joy of the future I have yet to see.

What is love? It is white raiment to replace my own,
It is my filth taken from me, it is mercy shown.

What is love? It is the miracle of eternal life,
It is the gift of being forever his wife.

What is love? It is beginning in a world made new,
It the beauty of Christ in all we do.

What is love? It is the children I have yet to bear,
It is the warmth of his smile and all we share.

What is love? It is cleaving to my dearest friend,
It is the bounty of Christ that will never end.

The story of love held safe by One,
The answer to love, is God's holy Son!

Written by Michelene

Isaiah 53:4-5

"Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted. But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed."


Be it unto me according to thy will,
I am as clay on the potter’s wheel.
Centered on thy holy word,
I am your child, I love thee Lord.
Shape and mold my yielded heart,
My soul will change as you impart.
Gently turn my form I pray,
That I may know your holier way.
Your power forming my life with thee,
The sacred gift of thy tree.
Your hand to show my joyous place,
A work of art restored by grace.

Written by Michelene

"Cannot I do with you as this potter? saith the Lord. Behold, as the clay is in the potter’s hand, so are ye in mine hand." Jeremiah 18:6

Artwork by Breana

Dear Mother

Dear Mother in heaven I'm here missing you,
I think of you often as I fight to stay true.
I imagine our joyful reunion and find,
My resolve is strengthened with you in my mind.

I'm trying to become celestial and fair,
I'm learning on earth what it is to share.
I keep stretching my branches trying to grow,
Sometimes my progress seems very slow.

I often think of not letting you down,
I ponder the beauty of your noble crown.
You are a light that is beckoning me,
My mother in heaven, I dearly love thee.

Some days here are so easy and bright,
I feel heavens shower and bask in the light.
Sometimes the distance between us fades away,
And I feel you near me as I walk through my day.

I experience so much and wish to confide,
The joy and the heartache of my mortal ride.
I wonder what counsel you would give,
Then I open my scriptures and see how you live.

I rejoice in the miracle of my Heavenly King,
And feel so much gratitude for the joy he will bring.
I could not return to my mother on high,
It is He, my Redeemer that brings me to the sky.

How sacred the gift of belonging to you,
I rejoice that through Christ I am washed and made new.
So far from you and Father I hold to your Son,
I cling to the victory Jehovah has won.

You cannot lose me for I love you best,
I'm determined to be faithful as I finish my test.
I'll keep on missing you and I'll try to show,
The spark you placed me, as I live what I know.

Thank you for caring and sending your Son,
I cherish the life that my King has won.
My love I send to thee with greatest care,
I miss you my mother so worthy and fair.

Written by Michelene

Recently as I faced a soul stretching trial this song caused me to think of my Heavenly Mother and my beloved Redeemer. The miracle of my reunion with her is the gift of Jesus Christ. She can’t lose me because my Savior suffered and atoned for my sins. She can’t lose me because every day of my life Jesus Christ grants me the grace I need to live and grow. She can’t lose me if I remain true and faithful to my Heavenly King. The miracle of our eternal relationship as mother and daughter is the life and sacrifice of Jesus Christ. As I celebrate His birthday today I thank my Heavenly Parents for the divine gift of their matchless Son! I send my joy and love to my Heavenly King and thank him for loving me and all of us perfectly! I love you Jehovah! I love you!

Artwork by Claudia Tremblay

Our Hearts

Our hearts knit together through service and love,
We are bound by the threads of God above.
We are woven together as we do God's will,
Bound by love our souls are still.

United in virtue and honor we live,
We sew in mercy and freely forgive.
The strength of Zion bringing ties divine,
We are knit as one as we meekly shine.

As children we hearken and seek God's way,
With patience and temperence we live each day.
His sons and daughters, our truth is known,
By grace and mercy our place is sewn.

Celestial threads that bind us in,
We are free through Christ from death and sin.
Our picture the beauty of our city so bright,
We have sewn the joy of holy light.

Written by Michelene

The Blessing

When you're guilty of imprisonment and still you're set free,
When your crimes are wiped away and joy is all you see.

When death and misery would grasp and drag you down,
When you live again with joy and receive a crown.

When shame and remorse would cause you to flee,
When His grace restores and sets you free.

When the loss of your family was your doom,
When He gives you more and distills all gloom.

When all hope of heaven was taken away,
When He raises you with joy and lets you stay.

When you repent and follow, Gods dear Son,
You receive the blessing of all He won!

Written by Michelene

"And behold, this is the whole meaning of the law, every whit pointing to that great and last sacrifice; and that great and last sacrifice will be the Son of God, yea, infinite and eternal. And thus he shall bring salvation to all those who shall believe on his name; this being the intent of this last sacrifice, to bring about the bowels of mercy, which overpowereth justice, and bringeth about means unto men that they may have faith unto repentance. And thus mercy can satisfy the demands of justice, and encircles them in the arms of safety, while he that exercises no faith unto repentance is exposed to the whole law of the demands of justice; therefore only unto him that has faith unto repentance is brought about the great and eternal plan of redemption." Alma 34:14-16

I Colossians 1:20
"And, having made peace through the blood of his cross, by him to reconcile all things unto himself; by him, I say, whether they be things in earth, or things in heaven."

Ephesians 1:7
"In whom we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, according to the riches of his grace."

Hebrews 9:14
"How much more shall the blood of Christ, who through the eternal Spirit offered himself without spot to God, purge your conscience from dead works to serve the living God?"

Mosiah 3:16, 18
"Even if it were possible that little children could sin they could not be saved; but I say unto you they are blessed; for behold, as in Adam, or by nature, they fall, even so the blood of Christ atoneth for their sins."

Moroni 10:33
"And again, if ye by the grace of God are perfect in Christ, and deny not his power, then are ye sanctified in Christ by the grace of God, through the shedding of the blood of Christ, which is in the covenant of the Father unto the remission of your sins, that ye become holy, without spot."

Mosiah 4:2
"And they had viewed themselves in their own carnal state, even less than the dust of the earth. And they all cried aloud with one voice, saying: O have mercy, and apply the atoning blood of Christ that we may receive forgiveness of our sins, and our hearts may be purified; for we believe in Jesus Christ, the Son of God, who created heaven and earth, and all things; who shall come down among the children of men."

1 John 1:7
"But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship one with another, and the blood of Jesus Christ his Son cleanseth us from all sin."

Helaman 5:9
"O remember, remember, my sons, the words which king Benjamin spake unto his people; yea, remember that there is no other way nor means whereby man can be saved, only through the atoning blood of Jesus Christ, who shall come; yea, remember that he cometh to redeem the world."

Artwork by Breana

Behold Him

Without Him there is nothing for me,
Without Him I could not be free.
Bound by my sins, lost to misery,
Without Him this is what I would be.

Without Him no dream to lift my soul,
Without Him I have no worthy goal.
Without Him the enemy would win,
Without Him I would carry all my sin.

Without Him I would not rise with living breath,
My life would be just once and then the sting of death.
Without Him no healing for my heart,
Without Him no way to a new start.

Without Him the darkest night would be,
Without Him no hope would live in me.
Without Him no grace to lift me up,
Without Him I would drink the bitter cup.

Behold the Son of God, the King of heaven and earth,
Behold the one even Christ who brings new birth.
Behold your life, the light that brings you high,
Behold the God of Israel descending in the sky!

Behold your Redeemer whose blood will wash your stain,
Behold the only way past sorrow, death and pain.
Behold your perfect Master who has taught with great care,
Behold the Son of God who gave all that we might share.

Behold the way to heaven, for by grace you will rise,
Behold the one who brings you triumphant to the skies
Behold the one who saved a world bound by death,
Behold the one who gave His life to restore your living breath.

Behold His sacrifice and look with reverence to see,
Behold Jesus Christ born to set you free.
Behold your Father as you witness His dear Son,
Behold the price of joy and all that He has won!

Written by Michelene

This poem was inspired by the talk given by Dieter F. Uchtdorf titled, Behold the Man. I encourage you to listen to the words of this great and nobel apostle of God. His witness of Jesus Christ is sacred and beautiful.

In a figurative sense, we too are invited to “behold the man.” Opinions about Him vary in the world. Ancient and modern prophets testify that He is the Son of God. I do this too. It is significant and important that we each come to know for ourselves. So, when you ponder the life and ministry of Jesus Christ, what do you see?
Those who find a way to truly behold the Man find the doorway to life’s greatest joys and the balm to life’s most demanding despairs.
So, when you are encompassed by sorrows and grief, behold the Man.
When you feel lost or forgotten, behold the Man.
When you are despairing, deserted, doubting, damaged, or defeated, behold the Man.
He will comfort you.
He will heal you and give meaning to your journey. He will pour out His Spirit and fill your heart with exceeding joy.16
He gives “power to the faint; and to them that have no might he increaseth strength.”17
When we truly behold the Man, we learn of Him and seek to align our lives with Him. We repent and strive to refine our natures and daily grow a little closer to Him. We trust Him. We show our love for Him by keeping His commandments and by living up to our sacred covenants.
In other words, we become His disciples.
His refining light saturates our souls. His grace uplifts us. Our burdens are lightened, our peace deepened. When we truly behold the Man, we have the promise of a blessed future that inspires and upholds us through the bends and bumps in life’s journey. Looking back, we will recognize that there is a divine pattern, that the dots really connect.18
As you accept His sacrifice, become His disciple, and finally reach the end of your earthly journey, what will become of the sorrows you have endured in this life?
They will be gone.
The disappointments, betrayals, persecutions you have faced?
The suffering, heartache, guilt, shame, and anguish you have passed through?
Is it any wonder that “we talk of Christ, we rejoice in Christ, we preach of Christ, we prophesy of Christ … that our children may know to what source they may look for a remission of their sins”?19
Is it any wonder that we strive with all our hearts to truly behold the Man?
My beloved brothers and sisters, I testify that the most important day in the history of mankind was the day when Jesus Christ, the living Son of God, won the victory over death and sin for all of God’s children. And the most important day in your life and mine is the day when we learn to “behold the man”; when we see Him for who He truly is; when we partake with all our heart and mind of His atoning power; when with renewed enthusiasm and strength, we commit to follow Him. May that be a day that recurs over and over again throughout our lives.
I leave you my testimony and blessing that as we “behold the man,” we will find meaning, joy, and peace in this earthly life and eternal life in the world to come. In the sacred name of Jesus Christ, amen.

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, and 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 with 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 each 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 led 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.
Seeking for a way to spare him, he asked whom shall I free?
The crowd surrounded by evil shouted, “Barabbas we will see.”
Finding no fault in Jesus he asked the crowd why?
Their cry even louder they demanded that Jesus die.

Pilate had his soldiers scourge our loving Prince of Peace,
His actions taken to appease the crowd, his spirit felt no 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 deliverer, 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.
Beneath him the earth shook, and the sky turned dark and gray,
The lightning and thunder roared on that sacred solemn day.
Our King was honored by angels, and praised by the faithful and 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 beloved Redeemer, 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 join the choirs of heaven and praise Him as we sing!

He is the way to victory, He is the path of light,
May we honor the gift He gave as we stand forth to fight.
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, that our joy would never end!

Written by Michelene
Artwork by Breana

Artwork by Breana

God’s Hands

The hands that shaped this world, bear the scars of perfect love,
They are the hands of my Heavenly King who left his home above,
His hands were always reaching out to the feeble and the weak,
His hands were the ones that healed the blind and caused the dumb to speak.

The precious hands of my Redeemer calmed the raging storm,
And gently lifted a woman, surrounded by cruelty and scorn,
His hands blessed the loafs and fish, to feed his flock with care,
His hands lifted a dying girl, a gift precious and rare.

His hands broke the sacred bread, as he sat with his apostles that night,
Reminding them of the gift he gave, of heavens perfect light.
My brother’s hands so pure and true were clasped in prayer and love,
As He atoned for mankind’s sins, and honored his Father above.

His hands, so true and steady, bled from every pore,
As he took my burdens as his, and opened heaven’s door.
Holding what no other could, he grasped me with his love,
Claiming me if I would come, and follow God above.

His pure hands so kind and good, were pierced by the nails of men,
He endured this cruel pain and pleaded, Father forgive them,
His gentle hands were wrapped with love, and laid with reverent care,
By those who knew he was their God, their Savior kind and fair.

For three days his hands were still, and then he came once more,
Breaking the bands of death for all, making our resurrection sure.
The hands that shaped this world, bear the scars of perfect love,
They are the hands of my Heavenly King who left his home above.

Now my Savior calls to me to be the hands that lift,
To reach out and help God’s children, to share His precious gift.
May I honor my Redeemer, and follow the example he gave,
May my hands as His reach out to lift and save.

Written by Michelene

Artwork by Breana

The Joy

As your feet walked toward the garden, I was there in every step,
I was the joy of eternity that through you would be kept.
You would not let me go, and so you held me near,
I was the joy within your deepest moment of pain and fear.

You looked into eternity and saw all I would hold,
And so you bent beneath God’s will and carried my heavy load.
I was the joy of your suffering, the balm to your pain,
Your agony the sacred price for all that I would gain.

You held me as you suffered when they nailed you to the cross,
It was to you a worthy price for without you I was lost.
I was the joy of your suffering the hope that brought you through,
Alone at Golgotha my happiness you knew.

I cried out from heaven as I witnessed all you gave,
To ransom me from death and hell, my soul you did save.
I was held in that moment and I knew my joy could be,
For the King of Kings gave His life that His sister could be free.

Now as I walk you are the joy in each step,
For in the moments that I fail, I remember all you kept.
When the trials of life assail me and I feel I can’t go on,
I turn to you and find my strength for with you I am strong.

When I am wounded and heartbroken by the actions of men,
You hold me fast and I find joy as you give me strength again.
You are the joy in the footsteps I will experience one day,
I feel you there in every promise as I kneel to pray.

O Savior, my Redeemer my heart has joy in you,
My dearest friend, you brought me back and made my soul new!

Written by Michelene

Artwork by Breana

Holy Light

Holy light sent from God, born to set me free,
In the manger now you lay, the Son of God I see.
Worthy light sent from Father, my dearest Heavenly King,
Born to Mary in a stable, my redemption you will bring.

Merciful light sent by heaven to find those who stray,
Found again by my Savior, I now walk in your way!
Soothing light sent from God, to heal and help me see,
Now I look upon your mission and feel your light in me.

Transforming light sent from Father, to restore and make me new,
Through your grace and mercy, I am now a daughter true.
Hopeful light sent from heaven you cause my soul to sing,
I feel the power of your atonement and the joy your light doth bring!

Redeeming light sent from God, you paid the price of my sin,
Through you I will return to heaven and see God’s face again.
Holy light sent from Father, throughout eternity;
I will rejoice in the Light of the World, born to set me free!

Written by Michelene

Artwork by Breana

I Will Follow Thee

As I sat by the sea,
My Lord beckoned me.
And I left my nets and went to Him.

As I stood and went forth,
I felt my own worth.
For the light of heaven was my guide.

As I walked by His side,
I let go of pride.
And my heart was healed and made new.

As we journeyed along,
My weakness became strong.
And I knew my Lord had blessed my life.

As I opened my heart,
My God did impart.
And I felt my soul expand with joy.

As I followed my Lord,
I was alive in His word.
And I knew His path would lead me home.

As I echoed his cry,
Many more began to try.
And I felt a peace I'd never known.

As I gave just as He,
I felt happy and free.
Like my Master I was now a Shepherd to.

As I looked to His light,
Everything was made bright.
And I was glad that I had followed Him.

As He was taken away,
In my soul He did stay.
And His strength was mine as I walked.

By His grace I was strong
And in faith I moved on,
For my life was given to my Lord.

From heaven above,
He now guides me with love.
And I know one day I'll see my King.

I will embrace Him again,
As I weep and hold my friend.
I will say my Lord I followed thee.

Written by Michelene

Artwork by Breana

One Star

One star in the night sky twinkles so bright,
One star adds to heaven a beautiful light.
One star among many, God sees its place,
One star in the sky upheld by grace.

Billions of stars in one radiant view,
Billions and billions but I love you.
Created by me, yes you're mine,
One star among billions I love your shine.

Look at your maker and understand,
Each star in the sky is bright and grand.
The heavens could never sparkle just right,
Without your special holy light.

One of a kind in a sky so clear,
I look with joy and see you near.
Your twinkle needed your place divine,
My precious star, I love your shine!

Written by Michelene

Artwork by Breana

My Canvas

On the canvas of my soul he painted love for me,
Each stroke of his hand showing what would be.
Colors of beauty his touch my truth and heart,
His movement within my soul a very precious start.

Days, hours and years his tender hand in me,
Our love the painting I was born to see.
Then he stilled his hand and I looked with care,
And saw within my soul the truth he painted there.

The vision before me wasn't mine alone,
I saw inside my canvas the truth of home.
Billions of stars, the colors given for all,
I beheld my soul with awe and heard the Masters call.

More than one my daughter, this work is mine,
I suffered in the garden that every soul would shine.
The colors of beauty the strokes of purest love,
This my dearest daughter is your Father above.

I closed my eyes with reverence and looking once more,
I rejoiced in the beauty of that far distant shore.
Painted with love, I see the Masters hand in me,
I cherish every stroke and the truth of what will be.

Zion is within me, her colors my home and place,
The beauty of my canvas is the sacred gift of grace.

Written by Michelene

Artwork by Breana

Room for Our Savior

The bustle of everyday life can crowd out our Lord and King,
Making room for everything but the peace that He can bring.
Subtly the enemy seeks to fill our hours with naught,
So that our beloved Redeemer is gift that we’ve forgot.

The noise that pervades our life can deafen us to His voice,
Then we not hearing the Master, make every crucial choice.
Surrounded by images and movies that degrade and lower men,
If we do not turn from temptation we leave no room for Him.

Sometimes our pride and high mindedness like a lock give no way in,
The Master is left to watch us, as we live in arrogance and sin.
Often we are blind and unable to see Him there,
Waiting for a place to stand amid the heartache and despair.

Making room for our Lord and King requires a change of heart,
A desire to cast out the bad and make a brand new start.
We must let go of all the clutter that pushed our Lord away.
As we repent and are sanctified with us our Lord can stay.

Written by Michelene

Artwork by Breana

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 He stayed to bring.
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 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

Artwork by Breana

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,
His hand penned the beauty of all I can be!

Written by Michelene

"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

Beloved Savior

In the premortal world you offered your life for mine,
Great Jehovah my Redeemer your love doth ever shine.
You stand between me and destruction and halt my endless pain,
You deliver me from my transgressions and wash away my stain.

Beloved Savior I will never forgot what you have done,
Your sacrifice a holy offering that my soul may be won.
May I stand as I once did with my dearest Heavenly King,
May my heart rejoice in gladness and praises to thee sing.

May each moment of my day reflect my Savior true,
May I ever build your kingdom and do as you would do.
May I never forget your sacrifice, for you paid the price of sin,
May I cherish my dearest Redeemer, who gave all that I might win.

Written by Michelene

Artwork by Breana


Father have I told you lately how I care?
Father I feel daily the love you freely share.
Father do you know you're everything to me?
Your sacrifice and mercy sustain my growing tree.

Beauty shining in me, my branches reaching high,
Father have I told you I see the reason why?
My life is the power of your Son's grace,
Father have I thanked you for the beauty of my place?

The roots of my tree need nourishment and power,
Father have I thanked you for your sustaining shower?
Beauty and life in this little tree now seen,
Father you have loved a girl named Michelene.

Father have I told you I see Gethsemane?
Father have I told you I feel your life in me?
Father have I told you I know my way and light?
Father my dear Father through Christ all is right!

A tree no longer withered, new life in me,
Father have I thanked you for setting my soul free?
Father I see fruit beautiful beyond compare,
Father have I thanked you for everything you share?

Ever I am growing, ever reaching high,
Father have I told you I know the reason why?
Father it is your Son, Father I am new!
Father I rejoice in all Christ chose to do!

Today, tomorrow and always, I see my King and know,
The branches of my little tree through Christ will ever grow.
Father I love you and I want to make it clear,
I cherish your dear Son! He fills my soul with cheer!

Written by Michelene

This year I felt a desire to capture the story of A Christmas Carol in my own way. I prayed and waited and prayed some more and finally after several weeks of wanting to write this story I was able to do it. Every year my writing is my gift to my Heavenly King. I love to show my gratitude in the ways that I can. I have no life except the lift He has given me. I rejoice in the mercy and grace that is bestowed up on me daily. I struggle through my mortal test sometimes feeling battered and bruised but knowing I am never alone. Every weakness, every burden, everything I am He understands. I rejoice in the King of Kings who transforms every repentant soul. Yes I see myself in Miss Dunley and in Scrooge. Not in the woman I am now but in the woman I used to be; shopping too much, wasting my time in idle ways when I could have been serving, not thinking enough of others, this is who I used to be. I feel the miracle of Christ every day. I see Him in me now and I am able to do His work because I hear and see more than I ever did when I walked a selfish path of sin. I testify that every soul can transformed through repentance and obedience to the commandments of God. I hope you enjoy this blog! Merry Christmas!

Artwork by Chelsea Speirs

Footsteps of Grace

Buried far beneath me is the past I left behind,
A path of light ahead of me, I live now to be kind.
Like the Anti Nephi Lehies I awakened unto God,
Now with faith and gratitude I hold the iron rod.

Footsteps of grace on the path of greatest worth,
I hold to all Christ purchased and cherish my rebirth.
The enemy strikes at me with lies and shame,
But I look inside of me and see my Saviors name.

And I sing, I am more than my past, I'm everything I'll be,
I am a child of Christ for He has made me free.
My voice like a shield calls power from above,
And I feel the sweetest peace as I am wrapped in love.

Putting on holy armor, I wield the sword of light,
I come nearer to God’s tree as I valiantly fight.
No turning or looking back, my eye upon His word,
I cling to every promise and choose my Lord.

Angels all around me, I'm surrounded on every side,
My place getting closer as I faithfully abide.
Pushing ever pushing, trying my very best,
I stumble and repent feeling deeply blessed.

Year after year my soul holding fast,
I have come so far from my darkened past.
Reaching the tree, I am tired and worn,
With reverence and joy I ignore as they scorn.

I look with tears at the fruit divine,
And say with joy, my God you are mine.
You are my life, my foundation, my only way,
O Lord forgive me and let me stay.

I hold with reverence the offering of God's holy Son,
And taste the beauty of the life He won.
A promise sacred, I view my place,
My heart is touched by the miracle of grace.

I am taken from my fall to a state divine,
I walk among angels and meekly shine.
Robes of purity given by my King,
He has taken my reproach and so I sing.

Hallelujah, hallelujah to my Savior and friend,
Hallelujah, hallelujah your love hath no end.
Great King of heaven you have saved us all,
We are clasped by your hands and brought from our fall.

Hallelujah, hallelujah we live through thee!
Hallelujah, hallelujah you have set us free!

Written by Michelene

Artwork by Angela Anderson

Everything Is New

Nothing is as it was, everything is new,
I look at the night sky and see me and you.
The frailty of the natural man cannot be,
For all I want and hold dear is the saint in me.

Barriers are falling and my heart is holding more,
My soul seeing clearly that far distant shore.
I thought I knew love but only now have begun,
My eyes fill with tears as I view God's Son.

All are alike unto Him each soul within His heart,
How sweet and wonderful to know I have part.
A beggar, a prodigal, yet He has brought me forth,
The weight of His sacrifice to witness of my worth.

How could I refuse this beauty and light,
This moment and it's cost is exactly right.
My life he purchased and I return it now with care,
Because of my Redeemed with joy I can share.

For now it is a promise and it is well with me,
The treasure I love most, is that he has made me free.
No trial of waiting, no pain is more than His love,
I entrust my life and all I am to God above.

Written by Michelene

He Sent

He sent a Shepard, he called to me,
He sent a vision to set me free.
He sent a warrior to make a way,
He sent His power to me each day.

He sent His angels with love and care,
He held me close that I might share.
He sent His love from heaven to me,
He touched my eyes and I could see.

He sent protection when I was low,
His love the message, I won't let go.
He sent His servants to lift my eyes,
He sent His love within the skies.

He sent my life and love to me,
He sent a miracle and now I'm free.
He gave me a chance to start anew,
He is my life I will be true.

Written by Michelene

Artwork by Simon Dewey

The Miracle

I cannot rewrite history I cannot change the past,
But I can build through you my Lord a love that will last.

The darkest stains of failure through you are taken away,
A child who has wondered is given a place to stay.

No I cannot travel backward the past is done,
My new life is the story of all you have won!

I will keep the miracle of your love here in me,
I will cherish the day you came to set me free.

How deep and tender is the well of life in me,
You are the path ahead and all I'll ever be.

New pages white through your blood, my story yours to give,
My Lord you are my joy, through you I live!

Written by Michel

Artwork by Jane Gomis


Awake my soul take courage and be strong,
Awake my soul and sing a faithful song.
Rejoice O my heart for God is with you,
Rejoice O my heart for Christ has made you new.

Take courage my soul for by grace you live,
Take courage in Christ for he doth forgive.
Stand strong oh my soul as the waves and winds blow,
Stand firm and hold fast to all that you know.

Look up my eyes to see the God you adore,
Look up my eyes and with faith behold more.
Reach out my hands to another in despair,
Reach out my hands with gentleness and share.

Dance. O my feet, tell of the Holy One.
Dance O my Feet praising God's Son!
Sing O my Soul of His atoning power,
Sing O my soul of heavens shower!

Written by Michelene

Artwork by TinAciousArtist

My Words

My words became truth when the test came to me,
The storm as a tempest I was tossed upon the sea.

Looking deep within I found His name,
And answered once again with my Savior's claim.

My life given to Him long before this day,
Now my words are truth for I will stay.

His name will define my footsteps, His law is my decree,
The storm has found the answer, the name of Christ in me.

Written by Michelene