Sunday, March 9, 2025

Speak Truth Meekness Christ Bitter Cup

"Speak Truth in Meekness"


Proclaim the word as nourishing a meal,
With voices clothed in tones both soft and mild,
Reviling not, nor speaking words defiled, 
But sharing truth with love that lifts and heals. 

The Lord commands that strife be cast aside,
Contention’s fire is sparked by dark design, 
The hands of peace are blessed by love divine,
Yet bitter words will never turn the tide. 

With humble hearts, in patience we must stand,
For truth is not a sword but healing balm, 
The voice of Christ is merciful and calm,
He calls us forth to teach with guiding hand.

Let meekness shine where anger seeks control,
For love, not strife, will cleanse and lift the soul. 

"Christ, Our Redeemer and Judge"


Upon the throne of light He reigns above,
With power granted from the Father's hand.
The source of mercy, justice He commands,
His judgment balanced, tempered well with love.

He walked in grace, in law He stood approved,
Obedient Son, no fault in Him was found.
Through perfect faith, His righteousness was crowned,
In every act, the will of God He proved.

Not mere deposit marks a soul refined,
Nor hollow rites can change the heart within.
His gospel molds the soul, renews the mind,
Transforms the lost, redeems the scarred from sin.

So let us seek to be, not just to do,
For Christ looks deep—our hearts must be made true.


"The Bitter Cup of Gethsemane"

Alone He knelt beneath the olive shade,
The night grew thick, the weight of sin pressed deep.
With trembling hands, the cup He longed to flee,
Yet still He drank—His love would not evade.

No mortal heart could bear such agony,
Nor body stand beneath the crushing load.
Yet He endured, as crimson sorrow flowed,
Each drop outpoured in love’s pure mystery.

He could have turned, abandoned all in fear,
But mercy bound Him to the task divine.
His suffering seals the hope of yours and mine.
Through silent cries, redemption now draws near.

O bitter cup, through Thee our souls are free,
For Christ has borne the weight eternally.


Content for all 3 poems are based upon D&C Section 19

No comments:

Post a Comment

The Measure of the Gift

 "The Measure of the Gift" The voice of God may rise in humble sound, No polished phrase or artful script required. Th...