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Oh Lord, My Redeemer

Christ's Love by Del Parson Oh Lord, My Redeemer by Jeff Goodrich And the Roman soldiers laughed When they saw their pris'ner stumble He did not revile them back. And wondering, I asked, "Who was this man so humble?" And a woman at my side Choked on her reply. Though she struggled not to weep, The tears poured down her cheek, Her heart breaking as she cried: "Oh Lord, my Redeemer, Thou has done so much for me! Oh Lord, my Redeemer. All my love I give to Thee!" And the crowd went pushing on. I felt compelled to follow. I knew that they were wrong How they mocked Him all along. Suddenly my heart felt hollow. For they nailed Him to a tree On a hill called Calvary. While I stood there filled with wonder, The heavens roared with thunder, And again I heard this plea: "Oh Lord, my Redeemer, Thou has done so much for me! Oh Lord, my Redeemer. All my love I give to Thee!" I could not forget His face As I wandered fro
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Family helps you heal

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Hopeful Thoughts

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Poems (Part 3)

More poems from several years ago. Miracle March 4, 2007 So you want to see a miracle? I’ll show you one now So you want to see a miracle? Right here and right now? Yeah, I’ll show you a miracle, I think it’s cool Of course I think it should be dedicated To everything bad in my life To everyone who told me, “You can’t,” “You won’t,” “Don’t even try” This is a miracle for you, You pessimists, you bullies Always picking on me So you want to see a miracle? Well, look at me You said I’d never swim, I’d never spell it right, I’d never be in first, I couldn’t win this fight You said I wouldn’t do it, You emphasized on couldn’t. The world didn’t need me, It’d be better if I weren’t born So you want to see a miracle? Just look at me! You said I couldn’t do it, But I did. You said I wouldn’t do it, But I did. I tell you I’m a miracle, Because I made it through You gave me every reason to give up, I should’ve let you win. You see I'm a miracle, Because

Poems (Part 2)

I found my folder of old poems. I'll share them here to save them. Arlington May 28, 2018 When I went to Arlington, I slowly walked alone. I wanted to respect them, the names I didn’t know. Thousands and thousands, the white headstones were so straight. They stand in perfect rank and file; forever they will wait. I marveled at their beauty; I tried to read their names. There are too many for me to read; too many died for me. Though I do not know them, they never dreamed of me, They gave their lives fighting, for the land of the free. I went to see the Tomb, that honors the Unknown. How many families waited, for those who can’t come home? When I went to Arlington, I reflected on the past. Why are there names not older than my own? This graveyard is supposed to be just for wars of old. I know that we’re still fighting, but these names brought it home. Arlington is not just filled with past heroes. I saw a black casket, pulled by four black horses. One more s

Tell Your Story

The Apostle Paul was a very successful missionary. He could talk to and relate to anyone. He was a Hebrew, Greek, and Roman. What really made him successful is that he told his story. He told it as often and to as many people as he could. Paul took advantage of public areas and large gatherings. He shared his story. Since I came home from my mission I have struggled with depression and increased anxiety. It has made me feel as though there is a dark cloud over my head, or an impenetrable roof of some kind, that prevents the Spirit of God or any feeling from God to come to me and penetrate that ceiling. It has made me question my testimony of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. The one thing I do know, and that I've clung to, is that whatever questions I have, I will not be able to answer them outside of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. And I've always been able to pray. I don't recall the last time I felt an answer or that my prayers have penetrated the impenetrab