"Become as Little Children"

I'm having a difficult time trying to think of something to post other than political commentary that at times seems so futile. Not to mention, the more I write the more it gets my blood boiling. There is actually a TV station in Denver that does 30 second political ad breaks where they just air pretty music and pretty pictures while a clock in the corner counts down to the revisitaion of political mudbaths at their best. So, I thought I would do the same.

Whenever I need a mental break, my mind always wanders to my mother playing primary songs on the piano, preciously playing each note with just her right hand and serenading me. The two songs I remember her playing the most were "He Sent His Son" and "When He Comes Again." I thought I would just post the words to those two songs along with some appropriate pictures. It will be cathartic for me and hopefully a few of you will appreciate it as well.


He Sent His Son
#34





How could the Father tell the world of love and tenderness?
He sent his Son, a newborn babe, with peace and holiness.


How could the Father show the world the pathway we should go?
He sent his Son to walk with men on earth, that we may know.

How could the Father tell the world of sacrifice, of death?



He sent his Son to die for us and rise with living breath.





What does the Father ask of us? What do the scriptures say?
Have faith, have hope, live like his Son, help others on their way.


What does he ask?

Live like his Son.



When He Comes Again
#82

I wonder when he comes again,
Will herald angels sing?
Will Earth be white with drifted snow,
Or will the world know spring?


I wonder if one star will shine,
Far brighter than the rest;
Will daylight stay the whole night through?
Will song birds leave their nest?


I'm sure He'll call his little ones
Together 'round His knee,
Because He said in days gone by,
"Suffer them to come to me!"



I wonder, when He comes again,
Will I be ready there,
To look upon His loving face
And join with Him in prayer?


Each day I'll try to do his will
And let my light so shine
That others seeing me may seek
For greater light divine.


Then, when that blessed day is here,
He'll love me and he'll say,
"You've served me well, my little child;
Come unto my arms to stay!"





*Artwork courtesy of Simon Dewey and Greg Olsen