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Poems

The
Secret Heart: Look
into the hearts of the other sisters around you, surprisingly they feel
much the same as you.
A Word To
Saints: This poem was written Pioneer
days by Eliza R. Snow about what it means to be in Zion. Sounds to
me like think weren't all that different in the last 1800's and there is
still a great need for good saints in all settings.
Gossip
Town: Well done poem about Gossip
and the harm it does.

Well Known
By Debra Oaks Coe Copyright 2002
I want to be well known as the old comfortable walking shoe is known to
the foot that used it for years. Famous as the well-used work glove is to
the hand it protected through many difficult projects. Famous as the
frayed and bent photo is to the person who carried it for years
I don't want to be famous as the rarely worn dress shoe is to the once
visited ballroom floor; beautiful, sparkling, and admired by the world,
but impractical to everyday life. Nor do I want to be put on display and
admired like fine china that sits in a cabinet, rarely used for its
intended purpose.
I want to be known to my descendants as my great great grandmothers are
known to me. Not always by name, but as women that cared more for future
generations than for their own personal comforts. Women whose courage and
pioneer spirit molded the good circumstances of my life decades before I
was born.
I do not hope for my name to be known. Instead I hope to help others
recognize their potential and to feel that they are loved. I hope to do
this for more than my circle of friends and family. I want to include
strangers and even my enemies. I especially hope to be useful to those
people who have generally been rejected by society because so many
considered themselves better.
I pray for God to share His love and esteem of mankind with me that I
might be His willing servant and help Him to be the one well known to
others.
I'M
JUST A VISITING TEACHER
Author Unknown
"I'm just a visiting teacher,"
I said to my friend today.
And my father in Heaven heard me,
And I seemed to hear him say:
"Not just a visiting teacher,
A disciple with work to do,
And wherever you carry my message
My spirit goes with you."
"Some daughters of mine with burdens
Some seem to have lost the way
Go take them my love and my gospel
To strengthen them day by day."
"Never say you're just a visiting teacher,
Have faith and you'll understand
When you enter a home with love and prayer --
I take you by the hand."

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The Friend Who Just Stands
By
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When
trouble comes your soul to try
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You
love the friend who just "stands by."
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Perhaps
there's nothing he can do.
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The
thing is strictly up to you;
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For
there are troubles all your own,
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And
paths the soul must tread alone
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Times
when love cannot smooth the road
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Nor
friendship lift the heavy load,
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But
just to know you have a friend
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Who
will "stand by" until the end,
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Whose
sympathy through all endures
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Whose
warm handclasp is always yours
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It
helps, somehow, to pull you through
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Although
there's nothing he can do.
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And
so with fervent heart you cry
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"God
bless the friend who just stands by'!"
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-Author Unknown
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Debra Oaks Coe copyright 2002
We're busy helping and praying for the children
Who don't
like what we've fixed for dinner
Who fell
down on the sidewalk and ripped their new pants
Who are
having trouble learning to read
Who seem
too big to still be carrying a blanket around |
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But are we too busy to help and pray for the children
Who are
so hungry that they will eat anything
Who are
in desperate need of adequate clothing
Who only
dream of learning to read and write
Who have
no blanket to comfort them and keep them warm |
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We're busy helping and praying for the children
Who play
so hard that they need a bath every night
Who want
to skip their dinner and only eat dessert
Who
always want to sleep in our bed instead of their own
Who cry
because they're scared when they go to the doctor |
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But are we too busy to help and pray for the children
Who have
no soap to keep them clean
Who never
have dessert
Who have
no one to comfort them
Who
desperately need medical attention and none is available |
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We're busy helping and praying for the children
Who love
to play soccer and feel like a winner
Who like
large refrigerator type boxes to play in
Who need
to be taken to dance and singing lessons
Who have
trouble sharing their toys with others |
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But are we too busy to help and pray for the children
Who have
never felt like a winner and have never seen a ball
Who live
in cardboard boxes because boxes are better than no home
Who have
nothing to sing or dance about
Who don't
have any possessions of their own to share |
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| We can't be so busy with our prosperous lives that we cannot
find the time to reach out to those in need. For we
remember that when we have done it unto the least of these, we
have done it unto Thee. |

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November 10, 2004
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