I am an LDS poet, a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Making these LDS poems (“Mormon” poems) available to others was one of my main reasons for creating this poetry site. People frequently asked me, “Do you have a poem for this…?” It seemed easier to place them all on a website where everyone could find exactly what they needed. Feel free to use these LDS poems in talks, lessons, programs or the like. Do be sure to include full copyright information on every hard or internet copy. Please email a request for permission before using one of my LDS poems. For internet use, a link back to this site is required. Thanks, and enjoy your visit!
FINDING THE POEM YOU WANT: As you scroll through this section, read each snippet sample (usually the first four lines) to get a feel for the poem’s content. When you find something you like, click “CONTINUE READING” to view the entire poem.
To have good friends beside us is a gift beyond compare –
kind, loving friends who comfort, bless, and lift us up in prayer.
Life lets our feet walk rocky paths and climb steep, rugged trails.
United, we are strong enough to prove that God prevails.
I’d like to be a tall heart tree,
with branches made to bear –
strong and firm and heavy-laden,
blessed with fruit to spare.
Life is a mountain all must climb.
The trails are rough and steep.
Sometimes the obstacles are great,
and hope is hard to keep.
Imagine how they felt that night
as they attended there.
Were they filled with awe and wonder
to see the Child so fair?
“I want to live in Zion,”
said the small boy to his mother.
My Primary teacher told me
people there love one another.
We have feasted on the bounty
of young women here tonight,
who have shared with us a harvest
that was sown in faith and light.
Seeds planted in the sun of each
young woman’s love for truth
were nurtured by the hope and dreams
and purity of youth.
New life took root and seedlings grew
under the tender care
of these young women, daughters whose
divinity we share.
Hands clasped upon the altar’s lace
reflect the love within each face
that joins through time, in unity,
two souls for all eternity.
I’m reaching for the kind of faith
that holds me through the night,
that wraps me up in warmth and love
until the morning light.
I’m looking for the hope that sees
beyond a padlocked gate
to rows of dancing daffodils
that stand and wave and wait
to greet the sun and claim the day,
to sweep away the night,
to whisper God is over all,
and all is well and right.