Stripling Warriors' Mom: Words to Song Sung By Family Last Sunday

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Words to Song Sung By Family Last Sunday

The words to the song done at Hank & Lori's Ward was beautiful. I could not hold back the tears feeling the sweetness of the Spirit. It was so strong. I had also attended my own ward all three meetings. Then went to a Young Women's, Young Men's meeting honoring the graduating Seniors. I was filled to overflowing and felt like I must have had an extra measure of blessings to sustain me. No Doubt.

Hank, Lori, Kris, & Kaari sang this in Church April 25,
Sacrament mtg was amazing. I felt the Spirit so strongly. I wept through it and felt so uplifted. I also attended the rest of the meeting and had the most sweet experience, and do so often when attending Hank & Lori’s ward. It is like visiting heaven. Enoch Society material. I am (so) blessed with sons who hold the Melchezidek Priesthood worthily.

The Gentle Healer

The gentle Healer came Into our town today
He touched blind eyes And the darkness left to stay
But more than the blindness,
He took their sins away
The gentle Healer came Into our town today

The gentle Healer came Into our town today
He spoke one word, That was all He had to say;
And the one who had died Just rose up straight away
The gentle Healer came Into our town today

Oh, He seems like just An ordinary man
With dirty feet And rough but gentle hands
But the words He says Are hard to understand
And yet, He seems like just And ordinary man

The Gentle Healer He left our town today
I just looked around And found He'd gone away
Some folks from town Who followed Him, they say
That the gentle Healer is The Truth, the Light, the Way.

Amen to that.

Thank you Hank & Lori and K2, K4 for adding to my joy today.

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Power to Act in God's Name

I believe and know very strongly that, " A man, young or old never stands taller than when he is doing his priesthood duties or responsibilities. Be it station as a Deacon, Teacher, Priest, Elder, High Priest, Home teacher, priesthood holder husband, father, son or grandfather, Bishop, or Prophet of God. He has a mantle about him that emanates and gives him the authority to act in God's name, and uses it in righteousness. It is a blessing to him and his family. To this I know that he raises the bar in doing his duty to God and his fellow man.”

" I stand in awe of the goodness that pervades within that soul who honors and lives up to his priesthood calling with a pure heart. It is evident to me and cannot be hidden. I believe that quality shines in their countenances and His image is radiated in their face's.

Insights by Anna 11.22.09

Touch of The Master's Hand

And the auctioneer thought it
hardly worth his while
To waste his time on the old violin,
but he held it up with a smile.

"What am I bid, good people", he cried,
" It was battered and scarred,
Who starts the bidding for me?"
"One dollar, one dollar, Do I hear two?"
"Two dollars, who makes it three?"
"Three dollars once, three dollars twice, going for three,"

But, No,
From the room far back a gray bearded man
Came forward and picked up the bow,
Then wiping the dust from the old violin
And tightening up the strings,
He played a melody, pure and sweet
As sweet as the angel sings.

The music ceased and the auctioneer
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said "What now am I bid for this old violin?"
As he held it aloft with its' bow.

"One thousand, one thousand, Do I hear two?"
"Two thousand, Who makes it three?"
"Three thousand once, three thousand twice,
Going and gone", said he.

The audience cheered,
But some of them cried,
"We just don't understand."
"What changed its' worth?"
Swift came the reply.
"The Touch of the Masters Hand."

And many a man with life out of tune
All battered with bourbon and gin
Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd
Much like that old violin

A mess of pottage, a glass of wine,
A game and he travels on.
He is going once, he is going twice,
He is going and almost gone.

But the Master comes,
And the foolish crowd never can quite understand,
The worth of a soul and the change that is wrought
By the Touch of the Masters' Hand.

Myra Brooks Welch