I walked beside him, He
looked me in the eye.
I thought I'd feel the need
to run and hide;
but He smiled, and I fell to
my knees.
He took my hand and gently
lifted me
and then I knew, He was the
"Ransomed One"
and then I knew the Holy
things He'd done
they were for me. He'd come
to set me free.
He taught me of, my divine
destiny...
I walked beside Him, my
Brother and my Friend
conscience clear, He'd
accepted my amends.
When He smiled, He healed my
broken heart.
He cast out doubt and bid my
fears depart.
And then I knew, the battle
had been won.
And then I knew, He was the
Father's Son.
He'd come for me to plead my
case above,
He taught me with the purest
kind of love.
I walked beside Him, knowing
He would leave
but grateful for the
blessing I'd received.
Then I knew of great
mysteries and designs
and when He smiled, I knew
His home was mine.
Because He is, the Savior of
my soul,
because He is, my King
forever more...
He prayed for me and tears
fell from His eyes.
He taught me this...even
Savior's cry.
I walked beside Him for just
a short time
purified by the power of His
light.
And as he left me he smiled
at me once more
He kissed my cheek and it
shook me to the core.
And then I knew, I'd never
walk alone.
And then I knew His Kingdom
was my home.
He came for me, my Father's
precious Lamb.
He came for me, to teach me
who I am.
it’s mysteries and depths.
til my whole spirit wept.
Sought forgotten mem’ries
locked somewhere deep
inside.
Dismissed the possibility
as my own, selfish pride.
would keep these gifts from
me.
in the dark on bended knee
Father, life has been so
hard...
please grant me ‘one good
thing’
He heard me and He answered
Of His love and tender
mercies
of His goodness and His
grace.
For He fills the smallest
places
in the immensity of space.
For I know He understands
me,
He feels my growing pains
and now I know my
exhortations
were not made... in vain.
I was granted ‘one good
thing’.
Be Ye Therefore
Wise
Searching for the promise
lands of long-forgotten
memories.
The joys of eternal prosperity
of that vast ocean just beyond
the
confines of my wilderness.
my spirit’s dwelled before.
of the mysteries of those
things
from the foundation of the
world.
Those memories of who I was
Where he said he would meet
me.
Searching for the security
The hope of Eternal
progression
once a strong and bustling
metropolis.
Even though I was not wise
The truth of eternal
principles
under a stone of considerable
size.
Hidden but presently in view.
enough to ask?
My heart was filled with
strength,
My soul swelled with an
ever-lasting love,
the cleansing power of
baptism,
The overwhelming joy too
glorious to even share…
To know that she was watching
me,
to know that she was there.
The promise between two
sisters, amidst
Tasting the fruit of our
righteous desires.
Her smile was my thank you,
resolving many questions and
my ever-present fears.
I’d been waiting for this
moment for so long.
But, she’d been waiting for
me along.
Yes, it was only a moment.
But, Eternity Depended on that
Moment.
I saw you in the temple ,
I can almost remember
pre-existent gardens,
running hand-in-hand with you,
amidst golden fountains &
flowers of every hue.
Long flowing locks of black,
red and golden too.
We whispered of our dreams for
earth…
excitedly as children do.
I can almost picture our
secret hiding places,
filled with hopes, dreams and
plans,
to meet in sacred places,
When we finally got to earth.
on these unmarked graves?
They whisper from the dust,
yearning to be sought and
found.
what were your struggles?
Are your hearts turned to me,
as my heart is turned to you?
I read your names amidst the
others
they're indelibly written
Who are you sleeping strangers
What lessons would you teach
me?
What would you have me know?
And, what gift would you ask
of me,
I paint a picture of who I am
and who I want to be.
I paint a robe of lusterous
white, bleached clean by Eternity.
I paint pictures of forever in
the colors of my eye.
While pictures of Eternity are
dancing in the sky.
I'd cross a veil...ever so
thin,
into a place undaunted by
Earthly sin.
I'd thank God for my sin's
release,
then smile, a smile of peace.
I'd say, "I can't
believe, I'm home."
birch trees frame pristine
peaks and
Tranquility surrounds me,
endowing me with new hope.
amidst, quiet mountain peaks?
shaping and then reshaping.
brisk, white, running,
waterfalls
God’s love flows through me.
Immersing me in His light
that just washed over me.
Reborn as some new entity
Encapsulated about by a power
I, at one time, called
elusive.
It holds me gently, like a
child.
and every confounded security;
to the fulness of it’s
power.
rejuvenated by this unseen
Your eyes see the beauty of
the world,
His eyes see the beauty of a
soul.
Touch the hem of his
garment,
and He will make you whole.
Listen when the spirit
speaks
in quiet whispered tones.
Touch the hem of His garment
when you find yourself
alone.
Trust in his abiding love,
when clouds of doubt appear.
Touch the hem of His
garment.
He will cast away thy fear!
He'll accept with humble
reverence,
thy meek and broken heart.
Touch the hem of His garment
and feel the healing start.
O’er the grave you reign
victorious,
for thou didst humbly submit
to every test.
Thou claimed the very keys
of death; Jehovah meritorious.
Through thee all the Nations
of the Earth are blessed.
Jesus Christ, Master of the
Glorious,
oh Glorious one, how am I
worthy to be thy guest?
Like the Israelites,
sometimes I fear Mt. Sinai, afraid to be thy guest.
Oft in that fear the
adversary whispers… “I am victorious,”
But I look for real power,
thy power is glorious.
In agony of soul I long to
endure through this test.
For I believe in the
promises Thou hast spoken for the blessed.
Thy words, thy deeds, thy
Holiness are meritorious.
If I can stand in God’s
presence, it’s because Thou art meritorious.
Wilt Thou say to Father,
“Behold Thy Beloved;” and allow me as thy guest?
Thou art my Master; the one
man who lived on Earth eternally glorious.
With thy support, thy power
I can pass this test.
And find my place in thy
rest, victorious.
I live each day knowing
Thee. I am blessed!
Even the frailest of men
through thee art blessed.
Though spat upon and
despised by men, unmeritorious.
Thou supped at the table of
life an unhonored guest,
Thou didst suffer all; in a
manner most glorious
“Not my will, but thine be
done” the Hallmark of thy test.
King of Kings, o’er the
grave thou art victorious,
I call to thee “atone for
me” that I too might be victorious.
Teach me to be like thee;
that my family too might be blessed.
I have no merits worthy to
sit with thee glorious.
Still, I am beckoned to thy
Holy House and welcomed as thy guest.
If e’er I’m granted
Celestial standing; thou art meritorious.
For thou hast surely made up
the difference, so I’d pass this test.
As spirits we never doubted
you would pass this test
called life and overcome and
share the joys of the victorious
so every spirit who believed
on thee…might be blessed
and claim the atonement,
sins removed and too be meritorious,
able to walk into Father’s
presence a worthy guest.
Ah; the plan of happiness is
glorious.
Washed clean by the blood of
the Glorious, I pass this test!
Endowed from on high and
blessed with power to be victorious!
In me, He'll find the
meritorious and call me worthy guest.
to those who cross your way.
Be a little more helpful
&
a bit more quick to give.
Try to be more Christ-like,
Do you realize what it
means,
You are the spirit
off-spring
flowing through your veins.
it is given thee by choice.
This is the plan of
happiness,
Then our burdens will be
lighter,
arise stand tall, be true!
I Think I Dreamt
an Angel
Alone amidst the darkness
of a lone and dreary world.
Broken hearted, tired and
weary
for my dreams had come
unfurled.
to find strength in Holy
places.
I went to seek my standing
in the hall of Father’s
graces.
I think I dreamt an Angel
though I can't recall her
name,
but she touched my life, so
quietly,
I was lead through hallowed
halls.
Was I dreaming? For I’m sure
I heard, a gentle waterfall.
I'd come to give away my pain.
The Savior took my offering
I think I dreamt an angel
on that gray, cold, rainy day,
she sparked the light of
Christ in me,
then humbly went her way.
By, Elizabeth C. Bartlett
The surf of ocean
waves wash the shoreline,
and the rain drops the beaten path.
The fire of heaven burns forever
with sweet purification.
Everything in the world is changing;
All things by laws divine
moving in their charted courses;
but am I?
See the sun vaporize the fallen rain
and the clouds forming in yonder skies
the heat turning water to steam,
to rise and fall again.
And waves restoring pristine shores,
while that feeling that motivates compassion,
restores me.
Seasons of Life
and Loving (A Kyrielle)
New life, new growth,
for all to view.
Freshness once again renewed.
Hope floats in, on a gentle breeze,
beneath the boughs of springtime's trees.
Alive with vigor; passion’s heat,
time stands still with love’s replete.
As lover’s kiss, the sweet reprise
beneath the boughs of summer’s trees.
Brilliant hues, of identity
firmly planted in amenity.
Not blown about by every breeze,
beneath the boughs of autumn’s trees.
Winter comes; spring’s wilted flower,
silent weakness, gentle power.
A blanket of snow like memories,
beneath the boughs of winter's trees.
The answers are so
hard to find.
Who am I, what destiny is mine?
I've so many fears, I must allay.
So, I can find myself today.
Beneath weaknesses that hide me,
I will find truth, to define me.
Peel back layers of decay.
I will find myself today.
Like raw silver without reflection;
worthy of nought, but rejection,
til purified, I’ll shine like sun rays.
Yes, I will find myself today.
I commit myself to Heav’nly hands,
Mercy satisfies- Justice demands.
In Him, my true nature is displayed.
Through Him, I’ll find myself today.
The answers are here, for me to find.
A child of God, this destiny is mine.
All my fears, He will allay.
So, I can find myself today.
Tell me what is
real,
in my search for truth.
And, is what I feel,
outgrown dreams of youth?
Some truths I know.
Somethings I believe...
In my quest to grow,
I fear I've been deceived.
Can someone tell me how,
things got so unclear?
Who am I now,
behind this veil of tears?
Who is this Lord,
who love's me still?
I know I can't afford,
to pay this mounting bill.
Where did I lose my way?
The way back, is so slow.
Though when I kneel to pray,
I feel the blessings flow.
I know this is real,
the Celestial truth.
And, I start to heal...
recalling lessons from my youth.
"I am a child of God,"
those words play in my mind,
and I regrasp the rod,
freed from Satan's bind.
Some truths I know.
Somethings I believe...
In my quest to grow,
I will not be deceived.
--
Be Not Faithless
But Believing
Believe in Christ the Son of
God.
Believe His words; the Iron
Rod.
Believe in promises;
receiving.
Be not faithless but
believing!
Believe Christ lived before
His birth,
believe it was He who
created this Earth.
Master Creator, all
achieving.
Be not faithless, but
believing.
Believe He died, now
Ever-living.
Be not faithless, but
believing.
Believe Christ’s visit to
this land.
Behold the nail prints in
His hands.
“I’ll return,” He said
when leaving.
Be not faithless, but
believing.
Believe that He restored the
truth,
through Joseph Smith while
in his youth.
Truth through him, we’re
still receiving,
Be not faithless, but
believing.
Believe that the challenges
that you face,
are sacred endowments of
God's grace.
Believe in the master plan,
He's conceiving,
Be not faithless, but
believing.
As you walk beneath the
stars each night.
Divinities creations, in
sight.
Tapestry of beauty
inter-weaving,
be not faithless, but
believing.
Heaven oh, brilliant light,
do not in me fade.
Send me not back to the
world again.
For in thy walls alone is
peace stayed.
I pray thee, let not my
petition be in vain.
Through priesthood power,
I'm cleansed by thee.
And prepared to receive thy
light and knowledge.
In white rainment have thou
vestured me.
Symbolically and physically
a pilgrimage.
A holy journey of
understanding,
How oft these robes have
caught my tears,
seeking to know my standing,
and answers to my inner most
prayers.
Pouring out the sacred
desires of my heart,
with fervent, Holy longing,
like Hannah of old.
Kneeling this side the veil,
with faith Thou wilt impart.
As thou has hitherto
foretold.
In thy walls my inner power
is stayed,
Heaven oh, brilliant light,
do not in me fade.
But send me to my destiny.
I walk through the door and
I feel peace
rush over me, healing me,
clearing the darkness from
my mind.
I’m filled with light,
hope and faith.
Surrounded by human angels,
“welcome sister” they
whisper.
Again peace rushes through
me,
cleansing the weeks of
Earthly sediment
I change from my street
clothes,
Peace rushes through me once
more,
polishing the light inside
me
to stand in another’s
place,
Once more the rush of peace
“You belong here, this is
your home.”
I’m met by sweet familiar
faces,
whose countenances shine.
A true testimony of Christ.
© Copyright 2003
Elizabeth Cristine Bartlett
Please send comments to elizabethcb@LDSArtworks.com
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