Thursday, October 19, 2017

The Prayer of Enoch

Enoch's Prayer

"Wo is me! Wo!" She wept.
"The mother of evil, the mother of men!
When shall the filthiness be swept
  off my face, that I can rest and be clean once again?"

So Enoch continued to cry to the Lord,
"Will you not have compassion on her,
  and bless the children of Noah with thy word
  of mercy to make the hearts of men in righteousness stir?"

And the Lord would not withhold. He voiced the sound,
   He uttered an unalterable decree:
"A remnant of Noah's seed shall always be found
   among all nations, as long as the earth shall be.

"And blessed is he through whose seed comes
  the Rock of Heaven, the Messiah, the King.
For my Beloved, David and his kin beat the drums--
Praises of everlasting joy they will sing.

"Embedded within the chorus they muse
   is the key to the gate and path rising West.
Wherefore, whoso discovers their colorful hues
   shall climb to my presence and with their Mother have rest."


The Three Disciples

Please do not call us by the name of our father who crossed over to a promised land.
We honor him, it is true. But we do not follow the Spirit of his teachings by settling matters with the sword.
Our belief is that the worth of every soul is great, including the most wicked.
They need not perish to accomplish God's will, and we will serve them.

Even if they cast us into prison.
Even if they cast us into a furnace.
Even if they cast us into a den of wild beasts.

When our people took on the name of a man in opposition to their brothers, we stayed among them for a season, but their fate was sealed.
For only His name is the Rock and the Foundation of Stone.
We were given one name, and it is by that name only we respond.

And it is by that name we will answer again.
For we are among you, and you know us not.
But when we see your fruits of repentance, when you call on the Father in the name of Christ, we will establish a marvelous work.

For we are the disciples of Jesus. And in nothing do we work, save it is in His name.

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

The Devil's Design

The devil's design is to make you an "-ite"
Of some guild or faction, a company guy
And when opposition to it takes a bite
You put on your gloves and in like form reply

Some groups are of Moses and some are of Paul
Some of the nation and some of the Lord
You'll stand your ground firmly and give it your all
In mem'ry of wives you will fight with the sword

But if you refuse to engage in the game
And bless those who strike you with malice and harm
The mark on your head will display the Son's name
And loose will become all the chains on your arm


Tuesday, September 26, 2017

The Governing Principle

Why look to write the thing that guides
While thrashing all around
Are Powers and their fearsome tides
Who howl a ruinous sound?

By nursing those who cry and yearn,
And walking with the "evil" 
The Lost will realize where to turn
When tossed in the upheaval.

The pen is mighty as the sword,
But stronger even still
Are actions which reveal His Word
And testify His will.


Wednesday, September 6, 2017

The Work

The Powers are waiting to reap down below,
To scorch and to shake, to flood and to blow.
And force men to tremble when seeing his hand.
That we may acknowledge the lord of this land.

Is he in the fire, the fever of hell?
Does god burn the sinful, where reprobates dwell?
No! I say, NO! The Lord is a balm!
To heal all the blisters. To sooth and to calm!

Is he in the earthquakes, which rattle and sway?
Does god reel the feet of the sinners this way?
It cannot be! For Christ has proclaimed
"How firm my foundation, so be not ashamed!"

Is he in the deluge, which pours in the South?
Does god drown the foul by the word of his mouth?
I say to you, NO! For my Lord supplies air
That we may sing praises, and offer our prayer.

Is he in the tempest, which screams harm's intent
To those who rebel and irately dissent?
His breath is not violent, but peacefully still!
And in that small voice we can fathom His will.

To those who have promised and stood from your seat--
I beg you, please listen to what I entreat.
A message divine was displayed in the sky--
A shroud of His glory beheld with your eye.

So stand on His doctrine of blessing your foe!
Immerse in His name and let charity flow!
Mightily pray for the ones who are lost!
Burn in the Spirit, the Lord's Pentecost!

And so a reprieve of the gallows is giv'n
To gentiles abroad from our Father in Heavn'.
You Angels must pause and your horses alight!
(The red and black stallions, the pale and the white).

A work will be done to convince all the wise.
(The learned and the prudent will see with their eyes!)
Now Lebanon's harvest begins in the field
And brings to fruition the prophesied yield!

Sunday, September 3, 2017

Heaven Above and Earth Beneath

Hearken unto me, ye that follow after righteousness. Look unto the rock from whence ye are hewn, and to the hole of the pit from whence ye are digged. Look unto Abraham, your father, and unto Sarah, she that bare you; for I called him alone, and blessed him.

For the Lord shall comfort Zion, he will comfort all her waste places; and he will make her wilderness like Eden, and her desert like the garden of the Lord. Joy and gladness shall be found therein, thanksgiving and the voice of melody.

Hearken unto me, my people; and give ear unto me, O my nation; for a law shall proceed from me, and I will make my judgment to rest for a light for the people. My righteousness is near; my salvation is gone forth, and mine arm shall judge the people. The isles shall wait upon me, and on mine arm shall they trust.

Lift up your eyes to the heavens, and look upon the earth beneath; for the heavens shall vanish away like smoke, and the earth shall wax old like a garment; and they that dwell therein shall die in like manner. But my salvation shall be forever, and my righteousness shall not be abolished.

Hearken unto me, ye that know righteousness, the people in whose heart I have written my law, fear ye not the reproach of men, neither be ye afraid of their revilings. For the moth shall eat them up like a garment, and the worm shall eat them like wool. But my righteousness shall be forever, and my salvation from generation to generation.

Awake, awake! Put on strength, O arm of the Lord; awake as in the ancient days. Art thou not he that hath cut Rahab, and wounded the dragon? The redeemed of the Lord shall return, and come with singing unto Zion; and everlasting joy and holiness shall be upon their heads; and they shall obtain gladness and joy; sorrow and mourning shall flee away.

I am he; yea, I am he that comforteth you. Behold, who art thou, that thou shouldst be afraid of man, who shall die, and of the son of man, who shall be made like unto grass? And forgettest the Lord thy maker, that hath stretched forth the heavens, and laid the foundations of the earth, and hast feared continually every day, because of the fury of the oppressor, as if he were ready to destroy? And where is the fury of the oppressor?

The captive exile hasteneth, that he may be loosed, and that he should not die in the pit, nor that his bread should fail. But I am the Lord thy God, whose waves roared; the Lord of Hosts is my name.

And I have put my words in thy mouth, and have covered thee in the shadow of mine hand, that I may plant the heavens and lay the foundations of the earth, and say unto Zion: Behold, thou art my people.

Awake, awake, stand up, O Jerusalem, which hast drunk at the hand of the Lord the cup of his fury—thou hast drunken the dregs of the cup of trembling wrung out—And none to guide her among all the sons she hath brought forth; neither that taketh her by the hand, of all the sons she hath brought up.

These two sons are come unto thee: Judah and Ephraim, who shall be sorry for thee—thy desolation and destruction, and the famine and the sword—and by whom shall I comfort thee? Thy sons have fainted, save these two; they lie at the head of all the streets; as a wild bull in a net, they are full of the fury of the Lord, the rebuke of thy God.

Therefore hear now this, thou afflicted, and drunken, and not with wine: Thus saith thy Lord, the Lord and thy God pleadeth the cause of his people; behold, I have taken out of thine hand the cup of trembling, the dregs of the cup of my fury; thou shalt no more drink it again. But I will put it into the hand of them that afflict thee; who have said to thy soul: Bow down, that we may go over—and thou hast laid thy body as the ground and as the street to them that went over.

Awake, awake, put on thy strength, O Zion; put on thy beautiful garments, O Jerusalem, the holy city; for henceforth there shall no more come into thee the uncircumcised and the unclean. Shake thyself from the dust; arise, sit down, O Jerusalem; loose thyself from the bands of thy neck, O captive daughter of Zion.

Sunday, July 23, 2017

The Two Sticks

"It's down the strait and narrow!"
"No, it's from the heart!"
"It's following the rule book!"
"It's love that we impart!"

The branches now divide us
Chilled ice and fire fanned.
But soon the sticks will settle
And join within His hand.

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

The I of the Storm

A portent blows across the sky
The brewing tempest nears, says I.
But if You seek to spoil the proud,
The drunkards and the disavowed,
On this house too the waves must heave
Because my kin I will not leave
To languish by the whirlwind's curse,
And sleep alone within the hearse.

A promise sought, a promise giv'n
To those who air their cries to heav'n,
But in the verses soon restored
There lies a promise e'er ignored:
"The shifting sand on which they stood
Shall work together for their good,
And for my glory, for my name.
They patiently have borne the shame.

"I have recorded and decreed:
My friends who suffer shall succeed!"
So come what blusters from the East
My Master's mercy has not ceased!
With them I stand, with them I fall
Forever to my Lord I call:
"I wield the cov'nant shown to me!
Release my fathers! Set them free!"








Tuesday, June 6, 2017

The Fall

A ball of fire from Devon's beach!
She lusted for the glow:
The fire of God within her reach,
But soon she is brought low.

The many waters



Monday, June 5, 2017

The Work of the Father

What If the 'Last Dream' Said This?

I was back in Kirtland, Ohio, and thought I would take a walk out by myself, and view my old farm, which I found grown up with weeds and brambles, and altogether bearing evidence of neglect and want of culture. I went into the barn, which I found without floor or doors, with the weather-boarding off, and was altogether in keeping with the farm.

While I viewed the desolation around me, and was contemplating how it might be recovered from the curse upon it, there came rushing into the barn a company of furious men, who commenced to pick a quarrel with me. The leader of the party ordered me to leave the barn and farm, stating it was none of mine, and that I must give up all hope of ever possessing it.

I apologized for trespassing and said that I was just reminiscing the days I was blessed to spend time in this place, and how lucky they were to hold the historic estate. I asked them what they thought of the farm now. They were rather taken aback at my cordial demeanor and their response was still heated, but by and by they confessed that it had gone into great disrepair. I then told them that if they would forgive me for stepping on their property, I would be pleased to take up a shovel and rake and help them restore the old homestead.

Reluctantly, they agreed, and we commenced to digging up the noxious plants which infested the meadow. As I was skinning new lumber to apply to the sorry exterior, a rabble rushed in and nearly filled the barn, drew out their knives, and began to quarrel among the other laborers for the premises. Before it could come to blows, however, I spoke aloud so all parties could hear me, then reminded them of the work we had undertaken to recondition the beautiful, albeit decayed site, and that in the end it would be of great benefit to the community, no matter who owned it.

The altercation slowly became less intense, and at length all members confessed that they, too wanted to see the farm restored back to its full glory, and while there were small arguments about how that should be accomplished, when we set our differences aside, the work was accomplished in short order.

By the time we finished our endeavor, the fields were lush with grain, the trees were again bearing sweet fruit and all participants had forgotten about who was the proper owner of the farm. For there was abundance overflowing the storehouses and plenty for all who were in need, and then much more besides.

In the end, we all became great comrades in labor, our brotherly love waxing strong. While we feasted upon the bounty, the dream or vision ended.

Saturday, May 27, 2017

The Understanding of Men

Jacob 4 - Between the Lines

He who prophesies, let him do so to the language and understanding of men.
The Jews were stubborn and did not like plainness, so the Lord gave them what they wanted, what they could not understand, so that they would stumble.
But the Gentiles speak the language of David: the tongue of psalms and songs, the lessons of art and performance.

Every communication by the Spirit given to man is to teach them how to stand on a safe foundation.
And this is the only great, last foundation that the Jews can build.
But having rejected the sure foundation when it was given to them, how will the Jews ever build upon it?
They must see their weakness so they will know that it is by His grace that the children of God have power to move mountains and command the elements.

A prophet of old, Zenos, gave an allegory.
He knew about these things (as the ways of God are given to other witnesses), and spoke in the language of both Jew and Gentile, (if they have ears to hear).
The answer and the great mystery will be unfolded in the Tale of the Good and the Wild Fruit.

See now, the weakness and the power of Jew and Gentile.

Saturday, May 20, 2017

The Reasoning

D&C 45 - Between the Lines

A desolating sickness, an overflowing scourge,
Upon His house calamities will start.
The salt will lose its savor, commotion's wave will surge
And comfort will elude man's failing heart.

To those who sit in darkness, a breaking light will shine--
An ensign to the Holy Savior's face.
And if there is perception, a radiance divine
Will guide His children to the holy place.

He is the Great Physician, the Healer of the ill
(The healthy need no doctor to attend).
So witness the beginning of Gentile time fulfilled:
It is the drunkard Ephraim He will mend.

To those who are offended, rejected from the fold
I hope you hear His voice with clarity:
"Your enemies have cursed you, but love will surely hold.
The path to me comes through your charity."