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!
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Be with me, Father, on this day
when worries steal my peace away.
Watch over ones that I hold dear,
and let them feel thy presence near.
When wells of love in me run dry,
and I no longer see
the cup of living water
kindness offers up to me,
image by Myriam Zilles on UnsplashIn ancient times Christ walked upon the earth
as Son of God, a man of flesh and bone.
Some loved Him from the moment of His birth.
Some came to love Him after He was grown.
Larger than life am I, thy Lord, and yet
I too must wander in the wilderness,
must wield the crushing weight of man’s distress,
must cleanse the fallen earth in blood and sweat.
A child was given to the world
one perfect, starlit night.
He came to bless us with His truth
and fill our souls with light.
He was the Son of God and Mary,
human yet divine,
the only One who had the pow’r
to take your sins and mine.
One quiet night in Bethlehem,
One rough and lonely manger bed.
One star as bright as breaking day,
One Baby nestled in the hay.
Who knows and loves the Savior more
than a believing child?
His faith is fresh and innocent;
her spirit, meek and mild.
When I am weakened by the pain,
the sorrow every life must bear,
I reach out for thy steadfast hand
and feel a sacred presence there.