His heart is turned to God.
His words speak comfort to her soul
I watch in reverence, awed.
The power that is giv'n to man
and used with worthy care.
Can heal a troubled heart with ease
a gift that is so rare.
Sunday, October 5, 2014
Conference Time
Lazy days in the fall sunshine are so peaceful.
Like the sway of tall prairie grass or the click of a grandfather clock.
Life seems less burdened and full of purpose as I listen to a prophet's voice.
There was a time when minutes dragged on into hours and days into weekends.
A stream of monotone talks and brightly colored ties.
But time moves forward and what used to be monotonous becomes precious.
And hours and days fly by like a bird ahead of winter storms.
I cherish these days of pure inspiration
and children gathered round their parents for hours on end.
I long for the talks to last longer and the music to sooth my troubled heart.
It's conference time and all is well in zion.
Like the sway of tall prairie grass or the click of a grandfather clock.
Life seems less burdened and full of purpose as I listen to a prophet's voice.
There was a time when minutes dragged on into hours and days into weekends.
A stream of monotone talks and brightly colored ties.
But time moves forward and what used to be monotonous becomes precious.
And hours and days fly by like a bird ahead of winter storms.
I cherish these days of pure inspiration
and children gathered round their parents for hours on end.
I long for the talks to last longer and the music to sooth my troubled heart.
It's conference time and all is well in zion.
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