These Hallowed Grounds - July 8, 2015, The Kirtland Temple in Kirtland, Ohio

Oh, these hallowed grounds - where my Lord and Master stood!

Oh, where Saints have walked, and cherished all things good.

Oh, what rich heritage have I in this church of God,

Where angels walked, where Saints all sang, where Jesus e'en has trod.

Oh, to be like Jesus, my Lord and Savior, King,

Oh, to see His face, His hands, His wounds, and everything;

Oh, to hear the angels' song - to see their glory, bright!

Oh, to walk the path Saints trod; to ever only seek the right.

They all went through trials too -- even Jesus sacrificed.

And they must have seen the face of God... and then it all sufficed.

They all carried crosses, bold, for Jesus Christ, my Lord,

They have been rewarded, as He promised in His Word.

Oh, to be God's servant, to sacrifice for Him;

Oh, to praise Him enough, for He forgave my sin.

Thank You for Your cross, my Lord, thank You for who You are.

Thank You for Your love, my God - and may no sin upon me mar.

- Hannah P. Edwards, 07.08.2015 

Trust in God and Leave All for My Sake

This poem was written after I turned to and read Mark 10:26 while praying.  The part of the verse that truly stuck out to me was this: "Trust in God and leave all for my sake."

For Jesus' sake I left;

I trusted in my God.

And in that stormy cleft,

I held the righteous rod.

For Jesus' sake I followed,

For Jesus, I denied.

For Jesus I left all my life,

And for my soul He died.

For Jesus' sake I prayed,

And God has heard my prayer!

In my darkest hour,

My Master still was there.

For Jesus, I have sacrificed:

Sanctified I'd be,

For He has given every thing;

My Lord left all for me.

H.P.E.

April 29th, 2018

Beam of Light

I was surprised just now to find I haven't posted on here since October of last year!  Shame on me.  I hope to start anew.

Long I prayed for a beam of light

To come direct my way.

And long I felt that prayer in vain;

In sorrow, I ceased to pray.

But step by step, You're leading me;

I can't see far ahead.

But You still provide the orders;

By Your hand I am led.

And as the path is dark ahead,

Your Word, my Light to see

Oh, Master, only tell the step!

I'll follow close to Thee.

H.P.E.

March 18th, 2018

This was a prayer of sorts I wrote while contemplating what my future holds now that I'm in college.  The last verse is a sort of turning point for me -- just tell the next step, Lord, and I'll follow along.  I don't need to know all of it now.

The Kingdom is Coming

The Kingdom is coming--

The Kingdom of God

What paths will you follow?

What roads will you trod?

The nightfall is coming--

Then we may not work.
The daylight is waning--

And evilness lurks.

So what work will be yours?

What things will you do?

You can work for Jesus,

And He will lead you.

The Kingdom is coming--

See!  Zion draws near.

When your work is for Him,

You need never fear.

10.15.17

I see in the distance
A city of gold
I look behind me 
To the people of old.

I look at my own self,
A heart full of sin
I feel my God calling,
"Oh, child, come -- enter in."

O this calling of love-
Now what can it mean?
My Christ died long ago
My cold heart to redeem.

10.15.17

If He Had not Loved Me

If He had not loved me

Would I still be here today?

If my Jesus had not suffered

Would I walk the narrow way?

If He had not sought me,

If He had not called me here,

Would I know the faith I've nourished,

Or would faith give way to fear?

If the Lord had not forgiven,

Would I, willful, selfish, sin?

Would I know the Cross of Calv'ry?

Would I try to enter in?

Yes, my God has loved me!

Yes, my Jesus died for me!

Yes, He called me to His table,

Yes, and here I am set free!

10.01.17

A Crown of Life

I came upon this day of days,

To hear the judgement trial;

And, smiling, joyfully I watched

Thy final, weary mile.

I called his name instead of Thine

When Pilate asked my notion,

And there I on my mount of pride

Set God's own plan in motion.

I watched them as they nailed Thy hands

Upon the deadly tree;

And, Jesus, here I laughed at Thee

As Thou died for me.

And while I laughed at Thy pain,

I should have seen Thee pleading;

For my soul still Thou begged of me,

E'en as Thee stood there bleeding.

And when at times I found me lost,

I found my heart was broken;

"Oh, God, Thou could not lovest me--"

I ignored love's deepest tokens.

And finally when Thou took me home,

And here I found my rest;

Thee took my hand in Thine own

And, shamed, I was blessed.

You led me to the Throne of God:

"Here, child, take thy place."

And as He placed on me the crown,

My own tears marked my face.

09.24.17