106. Life Singer
BACKGROUND
After receiving 104, I imagined a great convocation of the righteous from “the People” after the great day of Judgment. An immense gathering of innumerable tribes, stretching over millennia, and encompassing all the Earth, would serve to harmonize and integrate the faithful of common ancestry. For the event, priesthood robes would be replaced by traditional costumes; myriad tongues for so many tribes might be spoken in addition to the shared Adamic language; the skills, and arts, and glories of each sub-group could be seen and praised. It would be an occasion for members of different tribes, regions, and time periods to understand one another; heal mortal discord; acknowledge the perfection of Father’s Plan; and share their uniqueness. [No, I would not be present. I did not share their special heritage. I would however, have my own special reunions of diverse composition.]
One glorious element of that event, I imagined, would be carried out by “Life Singers”—gifted individuals who were graced to create and sing to each participant their “Life Song”. This was nothing less than a Heaven inspired anthem telling the life story of each participant in wondrous verse and harmony. My imagination inspired the following--a poor attempt in pursuit of a grander future achievement.
Life Singer
In Father’s Courts you grew and learned,
To be like Him your spirit yearned,
By proper choice, this life you earned,
All this I’ll sing to you.
First fearful breath ‘neath earthly sky,
The tears your mortal mother cried,
And in the Heavens, gladsome sighs,
God’s holy Plan renewed.
The little child in need of care,
The friends and loves around you there,
Their prayers you would be Father’s heir,
Those years I’ll sing to you.
Advances in both mind and skill,
The risks of fierce, intemperate will,
Your need for Father’s guidance still,
All this, and more, is true.
In sacred waters, a promise made,
Priesthood invoking Spirit’s aid,
The power of righteous choice displayed,
The childhood you outgrew.
The trials and risk of growth and pain,
The danger found in selfish stain,
Repentance’ gift to start again,
Your Savior’s love in view.
A promise made to give your all,
Acceptance of your Savior’s call,
Your fight to end your brothers’ fall,
A mission bold and true.
The struggle for your daily bread,
Despite all risks, you would be wed,
Your call to serve at a family’s head,
A song begun anew.
The queen you loved with all your heart,
A Heavenly spirit with a mortal start,
God and Man a gift impart,
A child has come to you.
As capstone of a righteous life,
By overcoming sin and strife,
A glory waits for man and wife,
This praise I’ll sing to you.
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AFTERWARD
I grieve that I have no art sufficient to fulfill this dream. I have, however, been blessed to record some "free verse" life narrations. The first of those was No. 99. The second was prepared in honor of my mortal mother, Leanore McClellan Hicks. That piece, terribly inadequate given its supernal subject, follows in No. 107. A second piece, No. 135, returns to that subject (too briefly) in a poem with rhyme and meter.
BACKGROUND
After receiving 104, I imagined a great convocation of the righteous from “the People” after the great day of Judgment. An immense gathering of innumerable tribes, stretching over millennia, and encompassing all the Earth, would serve to harmonize and integrate the faithful of common ancestry. For the event, priesthood robes would be replaced by traditional costumes; myriad tongues for so many tribes might be spoken in addition to the shared Adamic language; the skills, and arts, and glories of each sub-group could be seen and praised. It would be an occasion for members of different tribes, regions, and time periods to understand one another; heal mortal discord; acknowledge the perfection of Father’s Plan; and share their uniqueness. [No, I would not be present. I did not share their special heritage. I would however, have my own special reunions of diverse composition.]
One glorious element of that event, I imagined, would be carried out by “Life Singers”—gifted individuals who were graced to create and sing to each participant their “Life Song”. This was nothing less than a Heaven inspired anthem telling the life story of each participant in wondrous verse and harmony. My imagination inspired the following--a poor attempt in pursuit of a grander future achievement.
Life Singer
In Father’s Courts you grew and learned,
To be like Him your spirit yearned,
By proper choice, this life you earned,
All this I’ll sing to you.
First fearful breath ‘neath earthly sky,
The tears your mortal mother cried,
And in the Heavens, gladsome sighs,
God’s holy Plan renewed.
The little child in need of care,
The friends and loves around you there,
Their prayers you would be Father’s heir,
Those years I’ll sing to you.
Advances in both mind and skill,
The risks of fierce, intemperate will,
Your need for Father’s guidance still,
All this, and more, is true.
In sacred waters, a promise made,
Priesthood invoking Spirit’s aid,
The power of righteous choice displayed,
The childhood you outgrew.
The trials and risk of growth and pain,
The danger found in selfish stain,
Repentance’ gift to start again,
Your Savior’s love in view.
A promise made to give your all,
Acceptance of your Savior’s call,
Your fight to end your brothers’ fall,
A mission bold and true.
The struggle for your daily bread,
Despite all risks, you would be wed,
Your call to serve at a family’s head,
A song begun anew.
The queen you loved with all your heart,
A Heavenly spirit with a mortal start,
God and Man a gift impart,
A child has come to you.
As capstone of a righteous life,
By overcoming sin and strife,
A glory waits for man and wife,
This praise I’ll sing to you.
www.servingjesuspoetry.com
Unlimited non-commercial usage allowed
AFTERWARD
I grieve that I have no art sufficient to fulfill this dream. I have, however, been blessed to record some "free verse" life narrations. The first of those was No. 99. The second was prepared in honor of my mortal mother, Leanore McClellan Hicks. That piece, terribly inadequate given its supernal subject, follows in No. 107. A second piece, No. 135, returns to that subject (too briefly) in a poem with rhyme and meter.