Loyalty is where the heart is
in eternal lengths and depths.
Bound in love, and sealed in courage
by supernal covenants.        

Family is the beginning!
First in order from our birth
to whom we give, without an ending,
adorations of our worth.

Our friends in loyalty will follow
after family bonds are made.
And let a friend whose hope is hollow
be lifted by our hasteful aid.

And then, progressing, find a mate
with whom you'll form a family.
Let loyalty with them be great
in time and all eternity.

O man, O man, remember Him!
The one from whom all blessings flow!
Take time to learn of Elohim,
That God that sent you here to grow!

Before your loyalties are given
to those we meet in life on earth,
Put, first, your loyalty in Heaven
and He who gave you timeless worth!

The past is gone, the present lives
and what shall come to pass will be.
Let not us dwell on what we lose,
but, rather, seek the victory!

It's never over till the end,
We should strive with mind and might
that we may obtain, with glory,
faith conspiring with the right!

When reason burns, and failure thrives,
and all that 'round you spins is grief....
Be patient; Have a thankful heart
and in despair, you'll find relief!

Above all else, envision well
with all your passion, strength, and zeal
the future that you want to see,
and what you see will become real!

I am fire, feel me burn!

I am passion, flames I churn!

Deep within me, embers glow.

All throughout me, rhythms flow:

Screaming: Soothing: Soaring high.

Illuminate the human eye!

Dance with me, Oh, souls innate!

Burn, with me, flames intricate!

Celebrate it: Life ablaze!

Friends and family amaze!

Now, and always, flare with me:

Let the world your brilliance see!

Fight the fight! Win the win!

Gain the vic'try over sin!

Live a hero! Die a martyr!

Seek to be a solace starter!

Earn salvation by and by.

In the 'twinkling of an eye '

for your friends and virtue die

if that is the beckoned cry!

Sound the trumpet! Raise your voice

so that others may rejoice!

Dance your dance! Cheer your cheers

that it may throughout your years

unto you give peace and bliss

as a sweet and tender kiss!

Faith is doing.
Faith demands.
Faith is knowing.
Faith commands.
Faith is endless:
Faith is all.
Faith will save us
from the fall!

Faith is purpose:
Faith is wise.
Faith deserves us:
Faith makes ties!
Faith is mischief.
Faith is sure:
Faith is this if
we endure!

Faith is surging!
Faith is light!
Faith is purging:
Faith abright!
Faith is healing;
Faith within.
Faith is cleansing
us from sin!

Faith is stressing!
Faith is strong!
Faith is pressing
Faith along!
Faith within us;
Faith, abide...
Faith: Redeem us
from inside!

Amulek and Alma always proselyte amazing;
Almost always after afterlife for the aching!

Big ballin' brethren gettin' bros, and we warn 'em:
Better bring a brave, bold business to my quorum!

Casually we call communities to come to Christ,
creating the cool cats that testify communing!

Dicing up the devil's deeds doing what I've done.
Definitely, dominantly make the devil done!

Eager as evangelists in every single era ever,
ending evil - Make it epic - Exit in the Exodus!

Following forth faithfully - Fast tracking!
Forward to the presence of the Father, fear - lacking!

God given gifts that we got are glorious!
Giving gifts given - Making God victorious!

Hear it high, hear the hype: High holy calls - Hey
Holy Ghost hackin' hell - Holler that you're Mormon!!!

Idols of Idolators I'd incinerate!
As an itching - I'll increase as I'm irate!

Just as I'm justly jukin' through for  Jehovah -
Justly jots and tittles jive in my journal!

K for the kind of King over all kingdoms!
Killer High lightning - He could strike a king dumb!

Let me learn to love the lessons - lively, lyrical;
Light-lifted, luminescent - Longer in the life source!

My mind memorizes Mormon Mastery
Many more marveling - Mimic how I master!

Never not loving neighbors so naturally!
Never not willing - I serve them naturally!

Operating open-minded, On in my residence.
One eye, one heart, oscillating occupants!

Preach of the prophets! Powerful, prophesying!
Ponder on the punch lines given in their prime!

Quit quick questioning quotes from The Quorum!
Quarrel can't disqualify them in the Forum!

Rockin' so right! Rising up royally!
Raising up the righteous in loyalty!

Superficial scientific stabs are spurned!
Superseded silently - Still, small burn!

Teach truth taught till' time takes toll!
Totally takin' charge - Test my soul!

Under one God, united, uncursed!
Unanimously under one universe!

Versed with vice, we're valid and vested.
Viciously vilified - vigor and bless-ed!

What a well word written by a word Smith -
Who wrote it down well without a real writing whit

X's we Xerox, preamble in the notes!
Exact X - Preface: Excitable tones!

Yonder in yesterday: Yell back "Yea!"
Youth, teen, elderly, Y.S.A.!

Zip it way back: Zero days from the Zenith!
Zig and zag zealously zooming to the Zion!!!!

While through my life I'm numbers counting

of every qualm that I'm surmounting,

'twill serve me well to stay reminding

that I've partaken of the binding.

A binding strength of faith-in-motion;

A binding source of pure devotion:

'I'll walk this road with you, my dear...

And we will conquer mortal fear! '

Living life with eager haste

Trying moments not to waste

I reflect in calm reminding,

'I've partaken of the binding!

A binding of my heart to hers;

A binding love that passion stirs...

With you, my dear, I'll live to see

what God has planned for you and me! '

While in the pains of living death

if gasping for a hopeful breath

it gives me life to stay reminding

that I've partaken of the binding!

A binding purpose for my trying!

A binding force to silence crying!

'With you, my love, I'll make it home...

And nevermore will anguish roam! '

Bad impression
Interjection
Cold depression
Mass rejection

Fight hard to return again,

Faithful intervention!

Filled with doubt
No way out
Angry shout
Sulk and pout

Come back to the light again,

Regret and doubt, without!

On your knees
Worldly freeze
Start your pleas
Soul at ease

We are spirits born again

Heaven and earth we please!

Wond'ring where my dreams had gone

I traveled lonely on my way.

Turning neither High or low,

Stopping stop-Going go...

I came to know the bitterness!

Aspirations, venerations

no more linger here...

Flee from me, my destiny

and tarry in defeat...

Knowing not my place in time

I thought in oft 'I will endure...'

Searching purpose here to know,

stopping stop, and going go,

I found myself to wandering...

Aspirations! Venerations!

Enter in my sphere!

Yet, still to flee-my destiny-

does tarry in defeat...

Then, something small I start to feel.

I feel it strong, and then I hear-

From a heart that is not mine,

Heart to heart, and line for line...

'In your 'nothing, ' You are Something! '

Aspirations! Venerations!

O, How sweet and clear!

Stay with me, O, destiny,

and nevermore defeat!

As I traveled on my way

I found my destiny:

Sharing this with humankind

Heart to heart, and line for line:

'He who seeks will surely find! '

Aspirations! Venerations!

No more flee away!

Linger near, and revere

The conq'ring of defeat! .

Anger the deceiver...
Makes you evil.

Eats the love in your heart

and turns it to ice...

Pulsing through the veins.

Freezing.
Burn.

Anger the killer...
The bucking bull...

Kills you...
Kills them...

Kills...

The heart.

Anger the stealer...
The selfish twit...

Stealing the love
in the hearts

of others.

Anger the virus...

Contagious...
Spreading...
Infecting...

Dead.

The wisps of the rainbow
streak through the sky:

The soaring spectrum of the tears
in all its vibrant glory.

Shades: Tints: Lengths: Depths

of redemption

diving onto the land
into the arms of those

who cry for it.

For it is receptive of the tears of men.

Together, the tide hearkens to the beacon

to fill the fallen

with a submersion

of rushing glory!

And in its descent, building charge,
stranding streaks of silver shoot

deep into the realm
piercing the souls

of the worthy:

Throwing them to their knees...

Engulfed with the life: The surge.

Sobbing joy. Laughing praise.

Raising their heads to the sun:

The mighty

city of emeralds

from which the path
of the soaring spectrum

begins.

The apple tree
is a fruitful system

amid the like, atop the fertile soil.

All units working as one

to produce

apples:

the center of it all, which shows the earth

what beauty flows
beneath the bark.

The red leather covers the sweet meat
and deep within

lies the process.

Soft, filling,

be fair, passing pluckers

for each apple is unique.

Eat with care, for some may

easily bruise.

Enjoy the sweet juice,

for it was meant for

your fulfillment.

But invoke no blotches,
as the juice will be

quite different.

Dripping, leaking

from the surface, through the channel

of the dented pores.

Faith I soweth:
Faith I reap...
Faith of firmness
in the deep!

Hope I giveth!
Hope I call!
Hope triumphant
over all!

Love I knoweth:
Love most dear...
Love to shatter
mortal fear!

Strength I showeth:
Strength in pain...
Strength to conquer,
and to gain!

Truth I beareth:
Truth abright!
Truth: The never-
failing light!

Sisters of worth: Beacons from birth!
Gospel desires: Latter-day fires!

Sisters of Zion, stand as a lion
with courage and countenance

known.

Soldiers for truth: Serve in thy youth!
Defend what is true in all thou can do!

Virtue abounding, salvation rounding:
ascending the strong to God's

throne!

Purpose: Divine! Victory: Thine!
May faith and hope be forever with thee:

Fulfilling thy call, with Elders and all,
with mercy and temperance

shown!

I never quite have met a man

like Brother Barron Smith.

I never knew a happier man

than Brother Barron Smith.

Never have I seen a gait
quite as loving, quite as straight
with such passion to elate

as Brother Barron Smith.

No one bore the light of life

like Brother Barron Smith.

Not despairing, nor in strife

was Brother Barron Smith.

He showed me how to go my way:
A beacon glowing night and day.
And, in my heart will always stay

my brother, Barron Smith.

He left his mark and mem'ry here,

did Brother Barron Smith:

A mem'ry I will hold most dear

of Brother Barron Smith.

He lifted me, and did his part
to give my soul a running start!
I hold a chamber in my heart

for Brother Barron Smith.

Captivation will not be.

Certainly, it is not me.

Inevitably, it will see

the path on which to flee.

Captivation is inside

with nowhere left for it to hide.

Reason has become the guide

to put the grief and lies aside.

Captivation, with no doubt,

will not wait to let it out:

To sit and pout, to stand and shout,

as virtue settles in throughout.

Captivation: Not today.

Here is where you will not stay.

Out the door, and on your way

so I can be with you away!

The crafty rebel
slinks through the land

his wings are crooked
by the faith

of children.

Weak is the rebel,
who is the swift shade

upon the beautiful earth
under the weeping tree,

the darkened side of the hills,
and the coldness in the dirt.

The rebel owns all that is cold
where the shady children play,

but that is insignificant to
the many glowing children

that dance under the wholesome sun.

For the rebel sees
the children are heated

from their passionate dance
under

their father's warmth,

he offers comfort,
and many twisted amenities

to the children
of the earth.

Those whose dance is not with

fulfillment in their Father

become inclined to fall away

from his beautiful rays upon his land.

But those who dance, with pure hearts

sing the joys of why they dance.

And the falling children not only dance now,
but also sing under the sun

knowing that the night will come,
and all that is good

shall rest.

O, My maiden, as you sleep

Know my love for you is deep.

With your cheek on pillow resting,

Know that in my ***** vesting

is desire to fulfill

All you need from me, at will.

Not forgetting, press thee on!

Serve our God from dawn to dawn

everyday 'til thy returning

while my heart for thee is yearning.

Still, it is for thee, my dear

that I prepare our future here.

And upon thy great return,

We shall have what we will earn!

I am the **** in the vase.

Meticulously crafted.

Flawlessly sculpted.

****.
Tainted.

I am the scuff on the wall.

Brilliant blue.

Solid finish.

Scuff.
Brown.

I am the scratch on the record.

Smooth song.

Steady beat.

Scratch.
Halt.

I am the glitch in the brain.

Routine start-up.

Keep it going.

Glitch.
Freeze.

Tick, Tock

Beat, Beat, Beat

The pump begins to churn.

What marvel through the eyes
of the delicate conceiver:

The countdown has begun!

The teeny tick, The tiny tock
of prematurity

Beat, Beat, Beat, Beat

Through time of persistence.

Tick the Tock. The painful clock
of merely adaptation

Becomes the Sun, the centered one
of insubordination.

Beating still, the pump of gold
which marvels eyes of all,

the sight is clear, it knows within

it notices the count.

Dwindling, It's time will fade,
with every single beat.

Time shall cease, eventually
and black will smother gold.

Tick along, Tock the song,
which resonates the beat

Attracting all the shine
which polishes the gold

Beating, Beating, Beating young

when numbers tell the count is old.

84, 94, the count is nearly done.

But have no fear, my golden son,

Your song has just begun!

Fear not, My child, what man can do...
Let all thy daily course pursue
that which from heaven brings thee bliss:
Remember this. Remember this.

And should the agony of pain
be covered o'er the earthly plain;
Be still, and know that I exist:
Remember this. Remember this.

And if thou suffereth a loss,
remember He who bore the cross:
No man can feel what pain was His.
Remember this. Remember this.

And should a friend forsaketh thee,
believe that I, with thee, will be
to comfort thee in what ye miss:
Remember this. Remember this.

Remember till thy final breath
that thou shalt triumph over death!
And, live thy life with faith in this.
Remember this. Remember this.

Who are we without another?
A query of the soul to bother....
Who's a man without his brother?
An infant girl without her mother?

Who are we without a friend:
a soul on whom we can depend
to be with us until the end
with sorrow's company to lend?

Who are we without desire
to uplift our passions higher?
To fight against a devious liar
with those who burn a common fire?

Who are we without the one
as wild winds blow and rivers run?
Who are we without the one?
We are life without a sun.

The Tom who died
filled me with life

for he was alive.

A walking, glowing candle

He shined his light on me.

A morphed, spent pool of wax I was-
looking up to see

What life could be.

He tipped his tall shaft

and

drip, drip, drip, drip.

I was truly taller.

His light was beautiful

but he was tall, I was small.

drip, drip, drip, drip.

His presence made me rise.

drip, taller, drip, taller

he built me with every drip

until

I was as tall as him.

Fading was his
beautiful light

level with my tip.

drip, drip, drip, bump.

He tipped me just a bit.

And breathed into my tip

a flame

as beautiful as his.

Fading, fading
out he went.

His glowing fire of life
is now in me.

Looking down below,

I see a pool of
spent out wax.

drip, drip, drip, drip.

The Tom who died lives on.

Blessed Prophet, chosen seer

wrought in glory from thy birth!

Called to be the Lord's Apostle;

sent to lead and guide the earth!

Humble farm boy; revelator

saw the Father and the Son:

Learned his plan from Deity

and became the chosen one!

Hated hero, truthful teller,

Lived his life against the vain.

Brought to pass the restoration:

Sought not honor for his gain.

Hunted from the great beginning

of the plan for fellow men;

Sought for death from wicked heathens.

Apostasy was here again.

Murdered for the cause of duty

given him from hosts above.

Even though they scorned and mocked him

for his brethren he had love.

Blessed prophet, chosen seer

we are grateful for thy call!

We will meet with thee in heaven

and commend thee, one and all!

O tears, what you behold

in terms of force and power

By means of strong elation...

through terrifying cower!

O tears, of whom you change

in times when arrows fly...

Pierce the heart in love or hate

giants tumble from the sky.

O tears, what you become!

While captive in the past,

we live the opera of today

and you fulfill the cast.

O tears, your time has come

and let this be the day

we be, we mourn, we live reborn

and you show us the way!

The first recognition began a tradition

of love

in the autumn divine.

A season that renders magnificent splendors

began

with the autumn divine.

It filled me with awe
wherein first I saw

my love

in the autumn divine.

A happy surprising: Felicity rising

springs forth

from the autumn divine.

A passionate ember had blazed that November

for her

in the autumn divine...

A flame that burns long,
and since has been strong,

was lit

in the autumn divine.

The inner commotions of all my emotions

remind of

the autumn divine:

I love her most dearly, and honor her yearly

while during

the autumn divine.

It always will be
most precious to me

to pass through

the autumn divine.

O God, The Father of my soul...

Where art thou in my control?

Wherein is thy hiding place,

and why hast thou withheld thy face?

I languish in this prison cell...

and my beloved languish hell-

beyond these bars, outside this door...

where is thy presence, I implore?

Where, O God, is thy great hand

as blood is spilled upon thy land?

how long must we suffer thence,

with light and virtue withdrawn hence?

Hast thou, O God, forsaken us?

Hast thou, O God, forgotten us:

The saints come forth in latter days?

Hear our cries, this servant prays......

......My son, peace be unto thy soul:

Thy people art in my control!

Every soul that near thee dies

unto Me doth nobly rise!

Thine adversities, though rough-

and also thine afflictions tough-

Shall be but a moment small.

Thou shalt triumph over all!

Thy friends do stand by thee, and hail

with every weep, and cry, and wail.

For, with me, they have come to rest,

and all their efforts I have blessed.

Shape your heart
mold your soul

to your great eternal goal.

Sink the ship
end the fight

if it is not for the right.

Kneel in faith
stand for truth

starting in your early youth.

Build your ground,
Solid; Sure

that atop you may endure!

My tender heart sings a pure, holy song
and nothing can stop it from singing...
The message it holds is perfectly strong
in ears of the curious ringing!

A light in the dark, a hope to the lost:
The hymn of my heart is a treasure!
It has not a worldly, nor tangible cost,
but, gives unto all divine pleasure!

A voice in the choir! It sings not alone!
For many there are that know, too.
For those who desire for truth to be known
this hymn is especially for you...

'I know that He lives: My Savior, my Lord!
And God, in the heavens, does reign!
The scriptures; commandments contain his great word
and are for our profit and gain!

O Children of God! Come now, and abide!
Eternal life is within reach
For those who for now, and forever decide
the laws of our God not to breach! '

(When I soar swiftly) through the veil,

through death's immortal pass I sail.

And passing from a world of fears,

I leave behind my mortal years.

I enter into paradise:

A world withdrawn from sin and vice,

and wear the robes of righteousness,

and turn to men to teach and bless!

I take on immortality,

and enter life eternally

into my mansion well prepared

and live the dreams I never dared!

With God Almighty, now I dwell

with every soul who served Him well.

In happiness and love I live

and all my praise to Him I give!

I see rabbits, mice, and crows

here wherein the meadow grows.

Yet, with wand'ring heart elating

and no syllable debating

of what splendor swells herein:

Let thy eloquence begin!

Splendid lilies, bluest skies,

tell me secrets, speak no lies;

What or whom hath made thee shine

and, with radiance, divine?

What can thou attribute to

thy golden grass, and beauty true?

Marvelous and heaven sent!

Beautiful and elegant!

Here within thy core is felt

summer's cloth of golden felt;

Smooth and gentle on my skin.

Gracious! Glorious! Felt within!

Stay with me, and never stray

holiest and gorgeous day!

Let, with me, thy grace abide:

Fill my hungry heart inside!

I'll, forever, be with thee;

Peaceful, pure serenity!

This is a personal record of times

an account of my life:

The joy, the strife

in counts of rhythms, in sequence of rhymes.

These words my story tells:

The preface is done. My life has begun.

Yet, long will it be before I recall...

I toddled, I played, I cried, they said.

And, then I remember: The start of it all!

As family grew, I already knew

The glow in my soul, and the gold in my heart.

I knew from within, with friends and with kin,

I'd form moral values I'd never depart.

I noticed a change: a self-rearrange

when things had come forward that hadn't before...

I thought differently: I felt differently...

This was the start of what life had in store.

Imbalance was found; a symptom renowned

for pain and for trials inside of one's mind.

What certain was sure; I was to endure

internalized trauma- The un-imposed kind.

This lasted for years; While haunting my fears,

Each day was a struggle: A fight to survive...

While all the day long, when nothing seemed wrong,

A war I was fighting, where anguish would thrive...

I fought hard inside, and almost I died,

till stabilization had entered my life:

And then: The relief! A sprouting new leaf!

At last, a decrease in this crippling strife!

It didn't just leave: Hear, and believe:

The pain went from raging to dormant in state.

At times it still flares, despite current cares,

But, overall, life went from dismal to great!

I still stand today with lurking dismay...

against mental flaws; A solid heart beating

provides me the rhymes, in rigorous times,

that this tumult inside, I'm defeating!

These words are for my wife-to-be...
O, how I long to be with thee...

And in thy lovely countenance,
My heart desires thy beauty bless!

I look to find thee to array
my soul in every precious way

But, still, it is for thee I wait...
As Heavenly Hosts prepare our fate.

In the meadow of wheat
dances a lad

basking in the hearty grains
natures wholesome meat,

Skipping daintily

in the heat of June
under a yellow sun

for hours

until

a gush of wind

blows out the sun.

Silence...

Frozen in his stance of merriment.

Eyes to the sky...

A faint whisp of blue...

Distant...

A hollowed whistle...

Louder...
Brighter...
Closer...

Louder. Brighter. Closer.

Louder! Brighter! Bam!

Square in the chest.

Airborne
Ten feet
Backwards

Thud.

Shaking, twitching

breathless...

Concentration.

Building.

Expanding...­

He belches a blue flame

throwing him up right...

Fire stops...

False equilibrium...

Sneers staggered fangs.
Eyes of magma...

Dimmed.

Turbulent twitching...

Shrieks to the sky
spewing a streak of bright blue heat...

Halt.
Blank.

Deep
Hollow
Fading

Gone.

Down and out.

Yellow from the east
rushes onto the singed wheat

sneaking into the eyelids
of the lad that lays

He sits up,
blinking hard.

The fire that sat
scorched his nerves.

A never healing burn.

He walks across the field
with fire on his mind

twitching all the way home.

I see amazing sights
as I'm blinded by the lights.

Lights of color
Lights of bright

Shining clearly
Day and night.

'Who am I? '
my heart screams

as it sees amazing things
through the veil of blinding light

Shining clearly
Day and night.

Friends of young.
Foes of old.

Days of hot.
Nights of cold.

Family...
It is there.

Loving,
living,
everywhere

There it stays
and remains.

Through the winds.
Through the rains.

Even through the blinding light

Shining clearly
Day and night.

To make another laugh
is simply to succeed

in reeling in the bass
and not the ***** ****.

And as they give the fish
to the caster of the line

Their satisfying dish
is the rhythm of the rhyme.

They thrive upon the bait
on the ending of the hook,

each of which they ate
in the manner that they took.

Though everyone has dined
from the fisherman today

he loads another line
and flicks it on its way.

Leave behind a lasting mem'ry

in the world when you depart;

A lovely, warm soliloquy

spoken to the human heart.

Bury deep within the fathoms

of the aching, longing soul

acclamations, and the anthems

of the purpose on patrol.

Show another, in their losses

how to go the merry way.

Help them lift, and bear their crosses

that their night may turn to day.

Be the hero for a season

to a man in time of need.

He will see, displayed, the reason

heart-to-heart, and deed by deed.

When, at last, the bells are ringing

and it's time to meet the grave,

leave behind a choir singing

of the hearts you helped to save.

When passing through the path ahead

fall not into your fears.

For, darkness swells within your fright.

Let not the light go out.

When crystal waters turn to mist

breakdown into tears.

For, streaks of woe become your might.

Let not the light go out.

When stars peek through the overcast

blanketing the sky

and constellations aren't in sight

Let not the light go out.

When passion, glory, victory

glow behind your eyes

It will illuminate the night.

Let not the light go out.

A new day rises with the crows

and the dark night fades away.

As a fleet of fleeting fear

dissipates from far and near

a power rises; Mesmerizes,

Turning darkness into day!

In the air is found relief

when the sun has made its rise.

To myself, I think 'Today,

all my doubts I'll cast away.'

This defines me, and refines me

as the darkness fades away!

Now I see the light of life

as the dark night fades away:

Beaming clearly from on High

through the planet's eastward eye.

All perfecting: All rejecting

darkness, as it flees away!

Always present in the dark

of the cold and broken world

is the light which I now bear;

A light with men I long to share,

To typify, exemplify,

and cast the dark of night away!

I've never known a thing to be

so close to me as family:

Where love abounds on sacred grounds,

and bonds are made, nourished, stayed.

I trek through this mortality

and share my load with family.

I often say, and always know

my family will always grow!

Inside the walls, and hallowed halls

of our sweet home; Our safety dome,

we come from worldly cares to flee,

and unify as family!

This much is true; This much is sure,

Together, pains we will endure!

Unbroken still, determined will

we'll share as kin, and conquer sin!

and this we'll do as family

for time and all eternity!

The shadow of a man
is his own personal devil.

Blackened, charred, slanted, clinging

to his heels.

A parasitic smoke
from the fire of life,

which burns within a man.

The flames of glory
that he churns

whip in blue, breathe in gold
and pulse in white,

and are pure in glow:

emitting no ashes.

But sadistic flames of red

rip furiously through the system

tearing, crashing, razing
  
the harmony.

Conceiving the ash and delivering

the shadow.

Of what Gods make, there is no end.
That pow'r was wrought in deeps and space.
Those pow'rs endowed on High to trend
created worlds, and stars, and race.

Elohim, Eternal Father,
Noble God of night and day
orchestrates the Holy Grandeur
where His purpose would display....

'Let there be light, and darkness too.
Let land, and water separate.
Adorn the flow'rs and grass with dew
that, thereby, they may germinate.

Hills and mountains, woods and fields
let us form upon the plain:
Homes for beasts and other yields
for grounds to multiply and reign.

And, underneath it, in the deep;
Seldom where a beast will see,
Let the waters be the keep
of the creatures of the sea.

And now, My Greatest Hosts on High,
in our image, let us make
The Testament of Living by
creating man for glory's sake!

For, behold, this is my glory
and, also shall it be my plan:
To bring forth immortality
and eternal life to man.

At last, before they come back home
and live with me eternally:
They must exalt, and pure become
or else they can not dwell with me!

The times of life of change and chance
have never been a passing glance.
And, even though I never know
what pain may come, it sounds the drum.
I hear the beat, and have to dance!

The happiness confounds the grief
in times of life when there's relief.
Yet, still behind the peace of mind
there sits the snares or mortal cares
which, often, can confound belief!

Welcome! Welcome! Trials and pain:
The pow'rs we feel against us wane.
Let's not forget that they are met
in battle's strife, to uphold life,
in times we lose, and times we gain!

Eventually, our bodies die...
But, 'til that point, we'll laugh and cry!
And, conquer death: That final breath
that through our lives, our joy revives
and goes with us to worlds on High!