The dragon was fought silently
In a journal every so quietly
When no one was there to lend a hand
I kept fighting and pushing for dry land
In the ocean of blackness and tears
I thought I would sink and disappear
To the rescue came a simple pen
And paper pages to write therein.  

The dragon lies defeated
The ocean, a few rain drops
The pages of a journal completed
I now can share my thoughts.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Humble Man

Where do I go from here? I need my mind to clear.
The Priesthood is what I need. Go to the Lord, he will lead.
A worthy man I did find. He loves the Lord and is kind.
Placing his hands on my head, unto Him our hearts plead.
The room shrinking and everything became small, unto God he did call.
Power surging like a river of fire consuming our righteous desire.
God listens to my tiniest pleas. All I have to do is believe.
This humble man healed me that night. He told me everything would be alright.