The
Lonely Road
Each
passing day I walk
along.
The
endless dusty, lonely
road.
Yet,
I’m really not alone
I feel.
A
stretched forth hand
to hold.
The
winding road continues
on.
Each
step adds to many
miles.
Pressing
forward day by day.
Encountering
challenges and trials.
Knowing
He is there, I’m
assured.
Our
kind loving Savior
next to me.
Giving
strength when it is
needed.
Walking
in faith, passing each
tree.
As
the many unknown
storms of life.
Cross
my path each and every
day.
Please
stay with me a little
longer.
My
dear Lord, I continue
to pray.
by
Tom Baker
4/28/2008
Our
Life Story
Our
life Story, how would
we really like it to
end?
Sending
words expressing,
gratitude to a friend.
A
kind act willing to
give a helping hand,
to lend.
Taking
time, to make a call,
a relationship to
mend.
Take
time rebuild some
bridges, damaged long
ago.
Rekindling
kindness, because you
still love them so.
It
takes effort to be a
builder, or wrecker
you know.
Destroying
things of worth,
doesn’t make you a
pro.
Leave
things of value that
can withstand the
years.
Don’t
leave projects
incomplete, with
regrets and tears.
Sharing
words of inspiration,
could calm another’s
fears.
Building
walls of bad feelings
somehow, never
disappears.
Write
down precious
memories, for those
whom you care.
Can
be passed on for
generations, so that
others may share.
Deeds
of compassion, can be
heart felt and beyond
compare.
Amazing
how our life story can
change, taking time to
prepare.
Tom
Baker
4/24/2008
He
Will Hold Our Hand
Heavenly
Father lovingly gave,
His
only begotten Son.
To
hold our earthly
hands,
Jesus
Christ the Atoning
one.
Knowing
the grief that one
feels,
From
passing of a Dad or
Mom.
The
Savior will be by our
side,
Giving
strength to keep us
strong.
Through
the gift of the
Atonement,
He
will lift us up and
bear our pain.
Knowing
we will see these
choice spirits,
When
He comes again, on
earth to reign.
They
now press forward to
the spirit world.
Oh
what peace and comfort
this gives,
Free
from pain, you can
feel their love.
A
testament that Our
Redeemer truly lives.
Tom
Baker
3-18-2008
Writers
of Faith
Writers
of faith are
everywhere.
Leaving
meaningful thoughts to
share.
Possibly
a poem, written as a
prayer.
Stories
of loved ones,
expressing they care.
Writers
of faith where can
they be?
Giving
things of worth, to
their posterity.
Grateful
they live, in the land
of the free.
Expressing
freedom on paper,
others can see.
Writers
of faith continue to
write.
Leaving
comforting thoughts,
on a dark night.
One’s
really never alone,
just look for the
light.
Peering
through clouds may
come something bright.
Writers
of faith have goals to
achieve.
Words
to never give up, we
must always believe.
Delivering
messages of hope, for
others to receive.
Seekers
of the Savior’s
light, they want too
cleave.
by
Tom Baker
12/5/2007
Christmas
Globes
Magical
moments seem to hold,
Within
beautiful Christmas
Globes.
It
maybe of ancient
things foretold,
Shepherds
on a hill in simple
robes.
The
scene with a manager
on that night.
Wise
Men bearing gifts for
the Christ child.
A
Star shining for
heaven glorious and
bright.
Holding
baby Jesus, Mary and
Joseph smiled.
Your
globe may be of Santa
and his reindeer.
With
a village below
showing Christmas
lights.
On
a clear night filled
with holiday cheer.
New
fallen snow, Oh want
wondrous sights.
Children
all snug in their
beds, know he is near,
Stockings
hung on the Fireplace,
ready to fill.
Knowing
Santa and his sleigh
will soon appear.
Seeing
presents under the
tree what a heart felt
thrill.
Symbol
of the Candy Cane and
Shepherd’s Crook,
Which
brings the Saviors
lambs back into His
fold.
Reminder
of that special night
written in a book.
In
the Bible were told,
we are more precious
than gold.
Santa
Claus is the true
symbol of Christ like
love.
Capable
of giving and
receiving kindness and
peace.
Hung
on the Christmas tree
is a beautiful white
dove.
Pure
love, caring and
thinking of others
might increase.
by
Tom Baker
12/1/2007
He
Held My Hand
Heavenly
Father lovingly gave,
His
only begotten Son.
To
hold my hand,
Jesus
the Atoning one.
Knowing
the heartfelt pain,
From
passing of Mom.
Being
by my side,
To
keep me strong.
During
open heart surgery,
His
presence was felt.
Grateful
for the Atonement.
Praying
as I knelt.
I
remember the day,
When
Dad also died.
Lovingly
again he gave,
Receiving
comfort I cried.
Three
weeks quickly passed,
A
call was received.
Brother
Don was gone,
Testing
what I believed.
Oh
what sweet sentence,
Our
Savior willing gives.
To
know the Redeemer,
Testifying that he
lives.
by
Tom Baker
9/6/2007
(Cherished
Memories, Dad &
Don passed away in
March of 2000)
Merry
Christmas Everyone
Christmas lights and
falling snow,
Making snow angels, in
a row.
In an archway hangs
the mistletoe,
Illuminated tree top,
giving off a glow.
Christmas music
ringing through the
air,
Looking for a gift, so
beautiful and rare.
Holding a ceramic baby
Jesus with care.
Put Christ back in
Christmas is, your
prayer.
Gazing upon
Bethlehem’s bright
star,
Humble shepherds did
see from afar.
Hearing Silent Night
strummed on a guitar.
Being thankful for
blessings and who we
are.
“What child is
this” was the very
next song.
Feeling emotions for a
heaven sent throng.
Hoping this Christ
like spirit will last
long.
“Do you hear what I
hear” as they played
on.
“Oh come all ye
faithful” made the
heart swell.
For each song had a
meaningful story to
tell.
On Christmas day
hearing the sound of a
bell.
To once again hear the
familiar ring so well.
So Merry Christmas to
each and everyone,
May your holiday be
merry, with more to
come.
Take time to remember
what the Savior has
done.
Knowing our loving
God’s, only begotten
Son.
Tom Baker
12/20/2005
Stumbling
Blocks & Stepping
Stones
The pathway of life,
Is full of stumbling
blocks.
Objects that truly
look,
Like large sharp
rocks.
Or could they be just,
A few stepping stones?
Challenging climbs as
we,
Confront daily
unknowns.
It makes a real
difference,
In the approach we
take.
Which just may
correct,
Some choices we make.
These paths of life
have,
Many forks and curves.
Going in different
directions,
Will always test our
nerves.
We each have the
choice,
Taking the challenges
given.
Approaching endless
steps,
No matter how we are
driven.
Looking just ahead
deciding,
Stepping forward each
day.
Changing blocks into
stones,
Will help us along our
way.
Tom
Baker
2/23/2006
Lessons
What great lessons can
we learn?
From our own earthly
sojourn.
Trying to do another
good turn.
Greater blessings we
will earn.
Building character we
must prefer.
Along life’s path,
obstacles will occur.
The stumbling blocks,
we must transfer.
Making stepping stones
more secure.
Seeking for talents
you may find.
Great blessing giving
peace of mind.
Helping another
through the daily
grind.
Being of service,
leaving cares behind.
Writing words of
wisdom we can share.
Letting someone know
you truly care.
When times of trouble
start to wear.
Giving support,
they’ll know your
there.
Treasured friendships
will last forever.
Creating bonds that
are hard to sever.
Lifting the load of
another, with a lever.
Is truly a Christlike,
worthwhile endeavor.
Oh what comfort do we
want to give.
Deeds of goodness we
won’t outlive.
Showing that we know,
how to forgive.
Creating memories, for
another to relive.
Tom Baker
10/31/2005
Linking
Our Own Generations
Linking our own
generations.
Collecting photos of
relations.
Marveling at God’s
creations.
Leaving worthwhile
salutations.
Memories displayed
thoughtfully.
Part of one’s own
family history.
Shared for our loved
ones, to see.
Members of a special
family tree.
What great worth can
one truly place.
Looking at a Great
Grandparent’s face.
Glad that others are
now able to trace.
Wonderful photos from
a wood case.
Pictures stored in
shoe boxes & cans.
Now framed on walls by
caring hands.
Or placed on a end
table where it stands.
Embraced like a bottle
of timeless sands.
Cherished remembrances
of those you love.
Sharing stories of
those who live up
above.
Priceless portraits,
of those we are fond
of.
Placed on a shelf,
like a valuable
crystal dove.
Tattered imprints on
paper, scratched and
old.
Removed from worn
frames, the color of
gold.
Sometimes finding
photos that have been
rolled.
Take time to let these
loving memories
unfold.
Tom Baker
1/5/2006
Life’s
Treasures
When one considers
their gifts,
Looking at life’s
many treasures.
Placing true value is
difficult,
No matter how one
measures.
For money and power
cannot buy.
These priceless gifts
we are given.
In our search for
precious things.
No matter where we are
driven.
God has given each of
us gifts,
Which we must find and
share.
Taking time to learn
and grow,
Showing others that
you care.
The gift of sharing
laughter,
Or the smile that you
bring.
Showing with a heart
unafraid,
To show your ability
to sing.
Thanks for taking time
to share,
Those great gifts you
hold within.
Caring and cheering
another on.
With a loving smile,
or a grin.
There are treasures in
life,
But the special owners
are few.
Please don’t bury
your talents,
God gave especially to
you.
Tom Baker
1/3/2006
Merry
Christmas Everyone
Christmas lights and
falling snow,
Making snow angels, in
a row.
In an archway hangs
the mistletoe,
Illuminated tree top,
giving off a glow.
Christmas music
ringing through the
air,
Looking for a gift, so
beautiful and rare.
Holding a ceramic baby
Jesus with care.
Put Christ back in
Christmas is, your
prayer.
Gazing upon
Bethlehem’s bright
star,
Humble shepherds did
see from afar.
Hearing Silent Night
strummed on a guitar.
Being thankful for
blessings and who we
are.
“What child is
this” was the very
next song.
Feeling emotions for a
heaven sent throng.
Hoping this Christ
like spirit will last
long.
“Do you hear what I
hear” as they played
on.
“Oh come all ye
faithful” made the
heart swell.
For each song had a
meaningful story to
tell.
On Christmas day
hearing the sound of a
bell.
To once again hear the
familiar ring so well.
So Merry Christmas to
each and everyone,
May your holiday be
merry, with more to
come.
Take time to remember
what the Savior has
done.
Knowing our loving
God’s, only begotten
Son.
Tom Baker
12/20/2005
The
Christmas Heart
If wondering where to
start,
Searching for the
Christmas Heart.
It’s not just a
shiny work of art.
Which can be bought in
the mart.
Yet it glows like a
distant star.
Sometimes seen, both
near and far.
Brightness based on
who you are.
Great power which one
cannot mar.
Radiating kindness,
one can sense it’s
rays.
Feeling
penetrating heat, of
the brightest days.
Changing other lives,
without any delays.
Creating direction
through our earthly
maze.
Cannot be purchased
with silver or gold.
More valuable than any
wealth untold.
No greater gift does
this life hold.
Possessed by both the
young and old.
Giving of ourselves in
every case.
Cherished and kept in
a sacred place.
Creating memories of
the Savior’s face.
Heart felt feeling you
cannot replace.
The Christmas heart is
ours to choose.
Something that you
never want to loose.
Bringing forth tiding
of good news.
Giving thanks, you
replaced another’s
blues.
Tom Baker
12/6/2005
Christmas
Light
Share the special
Christmas light
Put Christ in
Christmas this year.
With eternal
prospective in sight,
Giving of yourself, to
those so dear.
It’s not the gifts
money can buy,
The Christmas spirit
has no price.
Monetary items can
never justify,
Purchasing things, to
show you’re nice.
Giving the warmth of a
loving hand,
Taking time to stop
and listen is an art.
Hearing Christmas
carols which are
grand.
As wonders of this
season, touch your
heart.
Expressing to others
those loving things,
Jesus Christ would
have us do and say.
Enjoying the feelings
his spirit brings.
Grateful he was born,
and gave us Christmas
day.
Tom Baker
11/14/2005
Count
Our Many Blessings
Count our many
blessings,
Try to name each one.
Always being truly
thankful,
For what God has done.
It’s not earthly
possessions,
Which signifies our
wealth.
But our priceless
blessings,
Family, friends and
health.
Count our many
blessings,
Try to name each one.
Remembering special
moments,
Can make life kind of
fun.
Looking at true
values,
It isn’t hard to
see.
Think of things
cherished,
Treasures priceless
and free.
Count our many
blessings,
Try to name each one.
Talents and spiritual
gifts,
Given before our life
begun.
Having gratitude
giving service,
Teaches us how to
believe.
Unselfish acts given
back to us,
One also learns to
receive.
Tom Baker
3/31/2005
Worn
Soles
The shoes of our
hardworking
missionaries,
Become worn starting
to develop small
holes.
As they tract trying
to preach the gospel.
Looking for our
Savior’s, lost
souls.
Traveling in a car or
just pedaling their
bike.
Willing to freely give
two years of their
life.
Knocking on many
unknown doors each
day.
Young fishers of men
relieving toil and
strife.
Changing
companionships from
time to time.
Living in several
different areas and
places.
Heeding the call to
serve where directed.
Doing God’s will
meeting new faces.
Waking up at 6:30 each
and every morning.
Having few choices
what they’re going
to wear.
Kneeling and praying
for a missionary
experience.
Giving a Book of
Mormon, testimony to
share.
They know the worth of
a soul is great.
In our Heavenly
Father’s eternal
sight.
Knowing how great will
be their own joy.
Going forward in the
work with all their
might.
Desiring others to
come to the waters of
baptism.
Gaining a testimony
with a sincere fervent
heart.
These wonderful souls
taught by the Holy
Spirit.
Missionaries grateful
for worn soles, doing
their part.
Tom Baker
3/7/2005
MOVING
UP A NOTCH
Try to move up a
notch,
As we approach each
day.
Things need not be
perfect,
Asking for help, as we
pray.
Perfect 10’s are
hard to come by,
Could be counted on
one hand.
Taking charge of our
own life,
Making forward motion
a demand.
Remember to move from
5 to 6,
Can make a difference
in life.
It’s not the mighty
jumps,
That helps manage our
strife.
It’s the important
little baby steps,
Which teaches us, how
to grow.
Moving up just one
small notch,
Will help us more,
than we know.
Just think of the
great days,
When we make it to an
eight.
Starting with a six or
seven,
Ending the day without
debate.
So lets try to move
each day.
Up just one notch or
two.
Knowing we have made
progress,
Small amounts of
effort, changes our
view.
Tom Baker
7/8/2005
My Brother Don’s
Parting Words to Us
Were:
“Ya’ll Have A
Happy Day, What’s
Left”
Thanksgiving
Treasure
Watching football and
eating pumpkin pie.
Telling tales, of how
turkeys try to fly.
Extra helpings of
dressing, a slice of
bread.
One eats so much food,
their ready for bed.
Scoop of
potatoes, with a
couple of yams.
A slice of turkey,
seeing home made jams.
Adding a ladle of
gravy, and making
another round.
The plate is getting
so full, it’s hard
to sit back down.
Please pass the corn,
don’t forget the
garden peas.
Find a spot for the
Jell-O, be sure to say
please.
Take a quick inventory
of what you have
missed.
Make sure you add them
to your second helping
list.
Be sure to leave room
for your very favorite
desert.
Just a little
taste of someone’s
strawberry sherbet.
Make room for ice
cream, on a small
piece of apple pie.
So full you take a
little walk, and give
it another try.
Thanksgiving is more
than food and getting
together.
It’s about building
memories that will
last forever.
Warm loving hugs and
grasping a loving
hand.
Letting one know of
your love, makes
feelings expand.
Being truly grateful
this special giving
time of year.
Expressing
appreciation to those
loved ones dear.
Try sharing a
cherished Thanksgiving
treasure.
Thoughts of your love,
and gratitude beyond
measure.
Tom Baker
11/4/2005
Beyond
The Veil
Dear Elder Ammon
Gladwell,
Has now set his
eternal sail.
To continue missionary
work,
Preaching beyond the
veil.
His short life on
earth created,
Many memories
everlasting.
Remember his love and
deeds.
Pray for strength
through fasting.
May our humble prayers
be answered.
Abide with his family
this eventide.
With blessed assurance
from God.
Knowing Ammon is on
the other side.
Those who knew and
loved him,
Will remember his
willingness to give.
Showing love and
friendship to another.
Being a great example,
of how to live.
Though the coming days
may seem hard.
Missing a loved one
and feeling apart.
Using the power of the
atonement to provide,
Our Savior’s love
calms a troubled
heart.
Ammon thou good and
faithful servant.
Till we meet again, I
want to say.
Reuniting with you my
good friend,
Will be a great and
wonderful day.
In Loving Memory of
Ammon Gladwell (Age
22)
Tom Baker Oct
2nd, 2005
(Your Brother in the
Gospel)
A Great Missionary, A
True Disciple of
Christ.
Will Always Be
Remembered, For
Changing Another’s
Life.
Served in the
Washington Seattle
Mission
Died Oct 1, 2005
trying to help someone
he didn’t know. He
was attempting to
cross the freeway to
help when another
vehicle slammed into
him on I-15 in Salt
Lake City, Utah.
Cherished
Memories
Peering in a brook,
observing streamlets
flow.
Seeing the colorful
leaves of autumn
blow.
Feeling the flakes
of new fallen snow.
Wind blowing through
trees, to and fro.
Watching a little
child learn and
grow.
Putting small
colored blocks in a
row.
Teaching a young
daughter how to sew.
Looking in little
faces, giving off a
glow.
Showing a young son
how to use a hoe.
Hearing the sound of
a rooster crow.
Helping a little one
tie a Christmas bow.
Sitting next to
loved ones making
bread dough.
Climbing to the top
of a mountain
plateau.
Marveling at God’s
many wonders below.
In a meadow clearing
observing deer,
seeing a doe.
Trailing behind a
small fawn that she
loves so.
The sands of time
pass faster than we
know.
Wishing we were
younger, feeling a
little low.
Remembering those
wonderful days long
ago.
Climbing up the
stairs and walking
slow.
Listening on the
phone to a loving
distant hello.
Knowing our time on
earth is short
before we go.
What wonderful
gifts, do we still
have time to bestow?
Writing cherished
thoughts to read,
making your love
show.
Tom Baker
10/28/05
Missionaries
are called to
“Preach My
Gospel”.
By
Inspiration, from
our Heavenly Father
above.
Asking
those special lost
sheep they have
found,
To
feel the spirit, and
share the Savior’s
love.
Humble
servants willing to
give hours of their
life.
Kneeling,
offering a sincere
prayer, planning
each day.
Teaching
of the restoration,
the foundation of
faith.
Asking
for special help and
guidance along the
way.
The
Gospel of Jesus
Christ can touch and
change lives.
In
pre-earth life, God
has a purpose and a
plan you see.
This
plan of salvation
applies to every
dispensation.
Bearing
testimony of our
dear Savior’s
earthly ministry.
Telling
of the great
apostasy, a vital
part of history.
Sharing
the importance of
restoring the gospel
to the earth.
Using
the gift of the Holy
Ghost to tell the
first vision.
Two
heavenly beings
appeared to a young
man, of great worth.
God
the Father and His
Son, told young
Joseph what to do.
His
humble prayer was
answered, he
listened and obeyed.
Brought
forth the Book of
Mormon, an ancient
record to read.
Confirmation
of truth is
received, after one
has truly prayed.
Caring
missionaries help
investigators, seek
for the spirit as
they read.
Young
servants of God,
giving of
themselves, each and
every day.
Disciples
of Christ, guided by
a loving mission
president and his
wife.
Promised
blessings await
those, who willing
put their own cares
away.
Dedicated
to President &
Sister Pinegar
Washington
Seattle Mission
Ward
Mission Leader, Des
Moines, Washington
Feel
the Prints
As
you walk along miles
of endless sand.
With
a loving Savior,
holding your hand.
This
fisher of men, walked
the shores of Galilee.
Asking
you to please, open
your eyes and see.
Noticing
two sets of prints, as
you take a step.
Looking
back, seeing just one
as you wept.
Feeling
the prints in his
hands, from long ago.
Lifting
you up, when you start
to stumble so.
Some
of your days, have a
few great trials,
Believing
you have walked, for
many miles.
Gaining
wisdom from
experiences, God gave
you.
Learning
gratitude for the
gifts, gives strength
anew.
When
your life’s work
here on earth is done,
Called
home to serve Christ,
the atoning one.
Given
comfort, knowing you
are not alone.
Spiritual
courage, for your
journey home.
Doing
great work for your
kindred dead,
Passing
through the veil,
looking straight
ahead.
Greeted
on the other side by
family, with love.
Gratitude
for a loving Father in
Heaven above.
What
wonderful peace this
sentence truly gives.
Knowing
that Jesus Christ, our
Redeemer lives.
No
greater love for one
another, can be found,
Hearing
well done, as he puts
His arms around.
To
Dennis Losse, My great
friend and mentor
Your
Brother in the Gospel
LIFE
Choosing
how we stand on life’s
battlefield,
We
cannot pick and choose
our trials.
For
they are given to us, to
make us strong,
Taking
roads that seem to go on
for miles.
Some
of our ancestors left us
great stories,
Telling
of the life treks, they
had to take.
Writing
special faith promoting
experiences,
Hoping
to leave us messages,
for our sake.
Are
the daily roads we
travel really different?
Letting
us know they had some of
the same fears.
When
you stop and really
think about it,
The
only things setting us
apart, are the years.
One
may say: “I should
have been a pioneer”.
How
tough could it have
really been?
Riding
horses not having to
stop for gas,
Saying
things of humor, making
our ancestors grin.
We
sleep in beds of
comfort, having a roof
over our head,
Wind
and rain kept from
coming through the wall,
Pioneers
walked behind
handcart,wearing shoes
with no sole,
Picked
themselves up, moving
on, each time they fall.
Forced
to leave their homes,
fearing for a loved ones
life,
Wearing
clothes with holes, not
having the latest style.
Telling
of burying loved ones,
hoping to help us
through,
Leaving
us words of comfort,to
handle each and every
trial.
Away
from Home for Christmas
Away
from home for Christmas,
Missionaries
who choose to serve.
Serving
where they are called,
Sharing
testimonies without
reserve.
Being
a great impact missionary,
These
true disciples of Christ.
Will
always have special
memories,
Helping
to change another’s
life.
Sharing
testimony of a prophet,
Heavenly
Father and his Son,
Appeared
to Him you know.
Doing
more for all mankind,
In
God’s own loving favor.
The
Prophet Joseph Smith was
born,
In
this month of December.
Did
priceless things for us,
Unselfish
acts we must remember.
Give
a special gift this year,
Sharing
testimony, of your belief.
Helping
missionaries to find
those,
Needing
the Savior’s atoning
relief.
Des
Moines Ward, Seattle
Washington
Baptism
Desiring
baptism, ‘Coming Unto
Christ’,
Making
covenants with Him this day,
Taking
upon His sacred holy name,
With
a sincere fervent heart, we
pray.
Being
baptized by John the
Baptist,
The
Savior said “Come Follow
Me”.
Showing
the truth and the way,
Immersed
in water, for all to see.
If
we will just let Him help
us,
He
can truly take away our
pain.
With
the gift of His atonement,
He
has broken death’s chain.
Seeing
our sins being omitted.
Becoming
whiter than snow.
Jesus
atoned for our sins.
Next
receiving one the greatest
gifts,
That
can be a comforting guide.
Helping
us to make good decisions,
If
we will just, put away our
pride.
A
great treasure, beyond
measure,
The
wonderful gift, of the Holy
Ghost.
Our
guide to the Celestial
kingdom,
Being
faithful, He can help us the
most.
Des
Moines Ward Mission Leader
Putting
Christ in Christmas
Gaining
his loving favor.
Remembering
the wonderful story,
Searching
for the Messiah,
Shepherds
tending their flocks,
A
humble beloved servant,
Bringing
forth God’s plan.
Putting
Christ in Christmas,
Gratefully
giving of yourself,
Tom
Baker 11/28/04
A
Disciple of Christ
A
true disciple of Christ will
lead, guide, and walk beside,
An
example of what one must do,
letting the spirit confide.
Helping
another child of God, truly
learn how to pray.
So
they may also choose, to live
with God, again someday.
Seeking
the Savior's ninety &
nine, praying they will come.
Testifying
Joseph Smith, saw God the
Father and his Son.
Do
all that they are required,
our redeemer would have us do.
The
Book of Mormon, Another
Witness of Christ is true.
Using
the Holy Ghost to teach, we
have a living prophet on
earth.
Daily
working faithfully, knowing
each soul has great worth.
Willingly
to always go, without
hesitation, the extra mile.
Bearing
testimony, of Jesus Christ,
with a loving smile.
A
messenger of God, boldly go
forth, teaching by the spirit.
Sharing
the Light of Christ, humbly to
those willing to hear it.
Preaching
Jesus atoned for our sins, the
only perfect man.
Help
them see through eternal
glasses, God's eternal plan.
Witnessing
the Church of Jesus Christ has
been restored,
Helping
choice spirits, learn how to
gain, an eternal reward.
Families
can be together forever,
living with God once more.
Telling
of the blessings, a loving
Father in Heaven has in store.
This
Standard of Truth, continues
going forth, into every
nation.
Disciples
seek precious souls to teach,
the principles of salvation.
Bringing
in the lost sheep of his fold,
naming them one by one.
Until
the Great Jehovah shall say,
the work of saving souls is
done.
A
Tribute to Dorothy Kira
Working
in the ward library,
A
true friend you’d find.
Doing
her favorite church calling,
Dear
Dorothy, loving and kind.
An
example for all to see,
If
one can change behavior.
Giving
of one’s own self,
Becoming
closer to our Savior.
This
choice spirit was there,
Willing
to lighten another’s load.
Regardless
of the many trials,
Her
own earthly challenges hold.
Dorothy
always said these words,
“Store
Water, It’s a must”,
In
our loving Heavenly Father,
We
need to put our trust.
Bearing
testimony of this truth,
Eternal
life is never over priced.
Drinking
of precious living water,
The
gospel of Jesus Christ.
Memories
of our dear Dorothy,
We
will always truly treasure.
Large
and very hard to measure.
Could
it be, she was talking about the
living water,
Sister
Kira’s Home Teacher
A
Disciple of Christ
A
true disciple of Christ will lead,
guide, and walk beside,
An
example of what one must do,
letting the spirit confide.
Helping
another child of God, truly learn
how to pray.
So
they may also choose, to live with
God, again someday.
Seeking
the Savior's ninety & nine,
praying they will come.
Testifying
Joseph Smith, saw God the Father
and his Son.
Do
all that they are required, our
redeemer would have us do.
The
Book of Mormon, Another Witness of
Christ is true.
Using
the Holy Ghost to teach, we have a
living prophet on earth.
Daily
working faithfully, knowing each
soul has great worth.
Willingly
to always go, without hesitation,
the extra mile.
Bearing
testimony, of Jesus Christ, with a
loving smile.
A
messenger of God, boldly go forth,
teaching by the spirit.
Sharing
the Light of Christ, humbly to
those willing to hear it.
Preaching
Jesus atoned for our sins, the
only perfect man.
Help
them see through eternal glasses,
God's eternal plan.
Witnessing
the Church of Jesus Christ has
been restored,
Helping
choice spirits, learn how to gain,
an eternal reward.
Families
can be together forever, living
with God once more.
Telling
of the blessings, a loving Father
in Heaven has in store.
This
Standard of Truth, continues going
forth, into every nation.
Disciples
seek precious souls to teach, the
principles of salvation.
Bringing
in the lost sheep of his fold,
naming them one by one.
Until
the Great Jehovah shall say, the
work of saving souls is done.
9/24/2004
A
Tribute to Sumiko “Dorothy” Kira
Working
in the ward library,
A
true friend you’d find.
Doing
her favorite church calling,
Dear
Dorothy, loving and kind.
An
example for all to see,
If
one can change behavior.
Giving
of one’s own self,
Becoming
closer to our Savior.
This
choice spirit was there,
Willing
to lighten another’s load.
Regardless
of the many trials,
Her
own earthly challenges hold.
Dorothy
always said these words,
“Store
Water, It’s a must”,
In
our loving Heavenly Father,
We
need to put our trust.
Bearing
testimony of this truth,
Eternal
life is never over priced.
Drinking
of precious living water,
The
gospel of Jesus Christ.
Memories
of our dear Dorothy,
We
will always truly treasure.
Large
and very hard to measure.
Could
it be, she was talking about the
living water, of Christ.
Sister
Kira’s Home Teacher
Writing
to Please Yourself
The
Pondering man has decided to write.
About
writing to please yourself, adding
insight.
Trying
to share from the heart, giving a
little light.
Sharing
his own beliefs, feeling that he’s
right.
Following
the great example, left by my older
brother.
Painting
a picture with poetry, trying to help
another.
Telling
the reader, how I honestly feel,
taught by my mother.
Hoping
to express words, that may seem
different from the other.
Writing
about the Savior, has been my style.
Accepting
his counsel, to go the extra mile.
Knowing
of his willingness, to help me through
each trial.
Some
may not agree, throwing these writings
in a pile.
Understand
everyone, has the God given right to
choose.
Whether
you choose to read another’s
personal views.
Being
considerate, not making fun of some
belief, trying to amuse.
Taking
the policy, showing respect for
another, willing not to abuse.
One
can be like an ostrich, burying his
head in the sand.
Or
do as he was taught, to truly take a
stand.
Giving
words of encouragement, willing to
lend a hand.
That
has been the goal, of The Pondering
Man.
We
have been given, the gift of free
agency.
Allowing
freedom of choice, to be the same for
you and me.
Many
great writers have said: “Be all
that you can be.”
Sharing
things of worth, hoping to help others
see.
5/5//2004
Prepared
One
may think, that it really seems a little
odd,
Asking
the question are we prepared to meet
God?
Having
taken a righteous stand, on gospel sod.
Following
the Savior’s teachings, hold to the
iron rod.
Willing
and trying to do some good, in the world
each day.
Knowing
we can make a difference, by the words
we say.
Finding
one of his ninety and nine, that may
have gone astray.
Understanding,
He’ll help us to accomplish this task,
if we pray.
Trying
to be my brother’s keeper, learning to
love and help another.
Keeping
the true meaning, of being a true
friend, taught by a mother.
Giving
words of hope and kindness, being
careful not to smother.
Seeking
for guidance from the Holy Ghost, making
this my druther.
Wanting
to be an example, hoping that others
will want to follow.
Using
the talents God gave me, not leaving
them, for a stormy sea to swallow.
Leading,
guiding, learning to walk beside,
working thru each high or low.
Remembering
the gifts, that Jesus Christ gave to us,
because he loved us so.
The
Prophet Joseph
A
young man named Joseph Smith,
Desirous
to ask God, getting on his knees.
Wanting
to know which church to join,
Finding
solace in a grove of trees.
Immediately
being seized by a strange power,
While
attempting to pray, was nearly overcome.
Then
appeared before him two heavenly beings,
God,
Our Heavenly Father and his Son.
One
of the heavenly personages spoke to
Joseph,
Standing
in a brightness greater than the sun,
Saying:
“This is my beloved Son, Hear Him!”
Pointing
to Jesus Christ, the atoning one.
On
that beautiful spring morning, of 1820.
Having
a burning in his heart Joseph knew.
As
he communed with Our Heavenly Father,
At
that time, none of the churches were true.
Being
faithful and heeding the Lord’s Command,
An
Angel name Moroni, appeared to him you
know,
Telling
of gold plates that contained ancient
writings,
Sacred
records, written by prophets long ago.
This
Latter Day Prophet, willingly gave his
life.
Brought
forth the “Book of Mormon” for all to
see,
One
can know that Joseph, was a prophet of
God.
By
reading this book, and gaining a
testimony.
The
Family Scribe
The
Pondering man sharing his feelings, as the
family scribe.
Relaying
messages given, from those on the other
side.
Written
thoughts that are not my own, in my heart
they abide.
Words
of comfort and inspiration, hoping to be a
loved ones guide.
One
may think and feel, that these thoughts are
kind of absurd.
Hearing
sounds of loving compassion, from the
written word.
Sometimes
it feels like Morris Code, as the message is
transferred.
Accepting
a different mode of communication, that must
be heard.
Unable
to use sign language to communicate, having
not learned.
Sharing
a message from my brother, knowing he is
concerned.
For
his son, Ryan, hoping that somehow his heart
will be turned.
Living
once again with Mom and Dad, his heart has
truly yearned.
Wanting
to share principles, that govern one’s
eternal progression.
To
be delivered in such a way, that it will
leave a lasting impression.
That
his son may want to pray and ask God, using
his own discretion.
Asking
to better understand where his dad is, with
a loving expression.
One
may want to ask “Do you know is the spirit
world very far?”
Perhaps,
maybe the distance of the nearest, bright
glistening star.
The
thickness of the veil is determined by how
humble you are.
Reminiscing
of the good times, Don singing and playing
his guitar.
What
me must truly understand, to be a earthly
reality.
Being
tried and tested, in the crucible of
mortality.
Relaying
a message, saving a loved one, from a
spiritual fatality.
Understanding
the shortness of this life, requires
punctuality.
Dedicated
to Ryan Baker my nephew
Tom
Baker 5/31/2004
The
Savior’s Grace
I can
truly feel, the Savior’s Grace.
As I
look deeply, into a portrait of His face.
Knowing
no one, could never take His place.
Freely
gave His life, to save the human race.
His
gift of grace, embraced my heart.
A
mighty miracle, He wanted to impart.
The
Son of God, possessing the healer’s art.
Knowing
the love of Christ, will not depart.
Through
a heart of compassion, He ministered love.
Willing
to carry my burdens, praying to God above.
My
dear elder brother, Jesus, I think the world
of.
Feelings
in my fingertips, like the warmth of a glove.
If we
will just let Him, He can take away our pain.
With
the gift of His atonement, He broke death’s
chain.
Touched
by the Master’s Hand, one willingly takes
His name.
He
lives, all glory to his name, He lives, my
Savior still the same.
I
wished I’d been a witness, and seen with my
own eyes.
The
mighty miracles, as He taught and touched
their lives.
Walking
on water, being the master, of earth and
skies.
Giving
comfort and compassion, as He heard their
cries.
It
gives me comfort, to know this wise, heavenly
friend.
Willing
to stand by my side, as my life comes to an
end.
Laying
down this earthly body, my spirit, also will
ascend.
Knowing
we will be resurrected, when He comes again.
I
Do Believe in God
Grasping
tight, to the Iron Rod.
Doing my
calling with a simple nod.
Sharing
a testimony of Him, never feels odd.
Some
say, God, moves in a mysterious way.
One can
know of him, if they will earnestly pray.
Being
humble, willing to trust and obey.
Able to
stand by His side, on judgment day.
Believing
in his only begotten son.
Christ,
Jesus, the atoning one.
Taking
upon our sins, saying, “Thy will be done.”
Knowing,
once again to earth, He will come.
Truly
receiving comfort, from the Holy Ghost.
Feeling
a loving spirit, by this heavenly host.
Listening
to the still small voice, helps you the most.
Having
personal revelation, of which you never boast.
Translated
ancient writings, now printed in a book.
Willing
to sacrifice his life, or whatever it took.
Joseph
Smith the prophet, upon God and Jesus he did
look.
Reading
and walking by faith, became an eternal hook.
Understanding
the three fold mission, willing to do my part.
Wanting
to share the gospel, with all my heart.
Doing
the family temple work, my Dad helped start.
Writing
my beliefs, with poetry as an art.
Tom Baker
5/23/2004
Keepers
of Light
The
pondering man wants to add his insight,
About
those he now calls keepers of light.
Light
Houses need caretakers day and night.
Helping
those in need of direction, with their might.
A
distressed ship at sea may barely see a faint
beam,
Though
more than a hundred miles away, it may seem.
Casting an
illusion at night, looking like a mass of steam.
Piercing
through clouds, making the missing one’s heart
gleam.
Willingness
to help others, regardless of the dangerous
weather,
Reuniting
those lost loved ones, no longer missing, back
together.
Giving
comfort, making one’s heavy load, feel lighter
than a feather.
This task
of finding and saving lost souls, could possibly
last forever.
Light
houses come in many different and unusual shapes
and sizes.
Seen from
many miles off shore, as the early morning sun
rises.
The
faithful light house keeper is on duty, willingly
advises.
Sounding
warnings to illuminate unforeseen, hazardous
surprises.
Light
houses need not be made out of material, such as
brick or stone.
Sharing
the light of Christ with a friend, letting them
know their not alone.
Giving
comfort, adding strength and courage, to handle
the unknown.
With
gratitude in their heart, for the seed they have
carefully sewn.
Keepers of
light can be felt, no need for a sound, to know if
their near,
Having the
firm conviction of their belief, willingly share
without any fear.
A beacon
of light that can be seen from a distance, having
goals crystal clear.
With faith
in every footstep, pressing forward, searching for
lost loved ones dear.
Dedicate
to Jeannine Wozniak a “Keeper of Light”
Tom Baker
Dad
the Master Bridge Re-builder
The Bridge
on communication needed repair, feeling kinda split.
By showing a
greater love to the child and burying the hatchet.
Replacing a
missing board , being sure to properly attach it.
Putting back
in missing bolts, tightening each with a ratchet.
The damaged
structural beams underneath, had need of a welder,
Missing
supports laying on the ground, were tossed helter
skelter.
Dad starts
with the closest beams next to a tree, often called
a box elder.
Believing
the supports were still good, having been made in
the smelter.
With welding
torch in hand, the bridge re-builder was ready for
the task.
Knowing his
time here on earth was short, true feelings he
wanted to unmask.
Wanting to
leave loving memories, in the light of Christ one
can truly bask,
Taking
advantage of the living water,of God, by drinking
from the flask.
Starting to
spot weld the broken joints, putting each support
back in place.
Showing
forth his love for spouse and child, as you look
into his face.
Having a
prayer in his heart, as he tries to replace each
important brace.
Taking you
by the hand, leaving loving memories that one cannot
replace.
As the
bridge became stronger, feelings of love and concern
were felt,
Compassion
replaced years of harbored feelings, contention
started to melt.
Binding the
family back together, fastening once again, loves
safety belt.
Laying in
his bed, Dad prayed to Heavenly Father, feeling that
he knelt.
A very
important lesson can be learned, from the bridge
re-builder's life.
Shoring up
your own communication bridge, as one works thru
toil and strife.
Remembering
the importance of your children, especially your
loving wife.
Harsh words
can be felt, as if you had pierced their hearts with
a knife.
5/11/2004
A
Mother’s Love
One
can always remember the feelings, left by a Mother’s
love.
She
now has left this earthly life, and lives not far
above.
Mom’s
memories live through my thoughts, I wish to share of.
Her
caring eyes were filled with love, touching lives like
a dove.
Mom
always said, “You’ll miss my cooking when I’m
gone.”
A
cook that didn’t need a cook book, as she baked all
day long.
With
seven mouths to feed, not counting Dad and Mom.
The
smells of home made bread, cinnamon rolls, and the
list goes on.
A
special spirit, with a Christ like attitude, endured
well to the end.
Much
more than a mother, you could take your clothes to
mend.
Being
a great example to her children, of how to be a true
friend.
My
best friend and mentor growing up, always had an ear
to lend.
Teaching
how to deal with physical handicaps, and never
complain.
When
you tried feeling sorry for yourself, you were
instructed to refrain.
At
times I feel her presence near, always smiling just
the same.
With
gratitude in my heart to know, that now she is free of
pain.
Thinking
of her on Mother’s Day, wondering what I should
share.
I
believe one of her greatest attributes, was teaching
us to care.
The
burdens that one must carry, there is always help to
bare.
If
we will just remember, to seek Heavenly Father in
prayer.
As
I think of love for one another, it reminds me of my
Mother.
Wonderful
memories that we need to share, and not smother.
Sharing
childhood antics with my children, of me and my older
brother.
Giving
heart felt thanks for her, hoping to lift the spirits
of another.
©
Tom Baker 5/8/2004
Writing
to Please Yourself
The
Pondering man has decided to write.
About
writing to please yourself, adding insight.
Trying
to share from the heart, giving a little light.
Sharing
his own beliefs, feeling that he’s right.
Following
the great example, left by my older brother.
Painting
a picture with poetry, trying to help another.
Telling
the reader, how I honestly feel, taught by my mother.
Hoping
to express words, that may seem different from the
other.
Writing
about the Savior, has been my style.
Accepting
his counsel, to go the extra mile.
Knowing
of his willingness, to help me through each trial.
Some
may not agree, throwing these writings in a pile.
Understand
everyone, has the God given right to choose.
Whether
you choose to read another’s personal views.
Being
considerate, not making fun of some belief, trying to
amuse.
Taking
the policy, showing respect for another, willing not
to abuse.
One
can be like an ostrich, burying his head in the sand.
Or
do as he was taught, to truly take a stand.
Giving
words of encouragement, willing to lend a hand.
That
has been the goal, of The Pondering Man.
We
have been given, the gift of free agency.
Allowing
freedom of choice, to be the same for you and me.
Many
great writers have said: “Be all that you can be.”
Sharing
things of worth, hoping to help others see.
Tom
Baker
5/5//2004
The
Master’s Hand
Have
you ever felt or been touched by the master’s hand?
Or
feel that He walks with you, along the sand.
Knowing
only He alone could break, death’s band.
Having
a testimony, the Savior appeared too many, in a far
off land.
Jesus
Christ is the master of oceans, lands, and skies.
Warming
our heart, as you look into His eyes.
Wanting
us to follow Him, as time quickly flies.
Having
made a place for us, if one truly tries.
What
greater love hath no man, than Jesus of Galilee?
Willing
to give an atoning sacrifice, to set us free.
Asking
that we pray, to Our Father in Heaven, on bended knee.
Assured
that our Savior holds the eternal key.
A
difficult task for one to do, is put away our pride.
The
reward, receiving comfort, knowing you’re on the
Lord’s side.
Compassion
fills one’s soul, abiding with Him at even tide.
Fearing
not, having courage, though the enemy deride.
When
upon life’s billows, we are tempest tossed.
We
need not be discouraged, thinking all is lost.
Remember
the Savior bled at every pore, willing to pay the
cost.
As
we take the sacrament, we can remember Him oft.
Feasting
upon His words, brings us closer to God.
Willingly
doing our callings, with a simple nod.
Touched
by the master’s hand, we grasp the iron rod.
Being
carried through life’s adversities, as we trod.
Tom
Baker
5/5/2004
It’s
the Little Things
It’s
the little things, that are so meek and mild,
Such
as looking in the face, of a grandchild.
Grasping
the hand of a dear friend, having smiled,
What
things in life are important to you, the genealogy you
just filed?
Maybe
it’s your own family’s sacred temple work,
And
that individual responsibility, that you didn’t
shirk.
How
about reading the life story of an ancestor, making
you smirk,
Knowing
that you came from great heritage, and feeling your
heart perk.
Possibly
sharing life adventures like those of Don & Tom,
Letting
those experiences shared, that continue to live on.
Giving
a hug to a loved one, before they are temporally gone,
It
could be while walking a mountain trail, seeing a new
born fawn.
Maybe
a family reunion that made a difference in life,
Spending
time together, putting aside toil and strife.
Toasting
marshmellows over an open fire, or whittling with a
pocket knife,
Might
it be watching a great movie, snuggling and hugging
your wife.
Sitting
in the family cabin, The Pondering Man, thinks to
write,
Of
the wonderful moments shared here, with all his might.
Hearing
a song called “Ski Trails” as it approaches
daylight,
Having
family members sit by the fireplace, sharing each
others insight.
Many
of these little things written causes his eyes to
mist,
The
little things are some of the most important he
insists.
If
you feel there are some that are left out or truly
missed,
Now
it’s time for you to start your own ‘little
things’ list.
Tom
Baker
Where
the Difference Truly Lies
Where
the difference lies,
Among
the wind swept skies.
Staring
at the our Saviors eyes,
Being
very prayerful, humble, and wise.
From
the distance they hear,
Ringing
loud and clear.
In
each Missionary’s ear.
“Find
My Lost Sheep” they are near.
Knowing
they have been told,
To
seek out the sheep of his fold.
The
Holy Ghost will make them bold,
Those
ninety and nine, that may be hungry and cold.
Again
they hear the Savior’s plea,
Teach
and bring them unto me.
Heavenly
Father has need of thee,
To
proclaim the gospel, and help them see.
Instill
in their minds they took a stand,
They
chose to come to this promised land.
Seek
the Spirit and take them by the hand,
Explaining
Exaltation in the Celestial Kingdom is grand.
The
third time they hear more loudly and clear,
Bring
them unto Christ, they are very near.
These
loved ones of my fold, I hold dear,
They
need to hear the council of Our Prophet and Seer.
Tom
Baker
The
Plan of Salvation
Truly
learn about "The Plan of Salvation".
Share
what you learned, with every relation.
While
here on earth we have no memory, of our prior
location.
We
are spirit children, of God, with a choice
destination.
It’s
important to know the Creator, and author of this
plan.
We
were choice spirits, being sent to this land.
To
follow our elder brother, Jesus Christ, willing to
take a stand.
Eternal
Life is our goal, heeding Heavenly Father’s command.
The
first born of the Father, willing to help as only he
could.
Being
without sin, gave his life, and showed forth his inner
good.
Atoning
for our sins and transgressions, as only Jesus would.
Greater
love hath no man, receiving punishment for being
misunderstood.
During
his short time on earth, many came and heard the
Savior’s plea.
Twelve
Apostles gave all they had, when he said “Come
Follow Me”.
Knowing
their own lives would be in danger, following the man
of Galilee.
Continued
teaching after Jesus gave his life, on the cross at
Calvary.
As
the Apostles were killed one by one, another would
take their place.
Before
long, the priesthood authority was gone, without a
trace.
Some
tried to teach, praying to understand, for God’s
grace.
Having
the gospel taken from the earth, many had great trials
to face.
Dark
Ages came as they tried to reform, revelation they
could not hear,
Joseph,
a fourteen year old boy, prayed to God, to make things
clear.
Wanting
to know the truth of all things, kneeling and being
sincere.
Within
a grove of trees, God the Father, and His Son did
appear.
The
Gospel of Jesus Christ was again restored, because of
this great man.
Restoring
the Priesthood of God, and the same organization as it
began.
To
return and live with God, you must learn about this
plan.
Getting
Baptized and Coming Unto Christ, knowing that you can.
Tom
Baker
A
Willingness to Work
It’s
easy to tell the missionaries that have a willingness
to work.
Accepting
this calling to share the gospel and not shirk.
Don’t
try to drive their district and zone leaders’
berserk.
Teaching
and preaching the missionary discussions, without a
smirk.
As
a Ward Mission Leader, you can name them one by one.
Those
proud to share their knowledge of Heavenly Father, and
his Son.
Teaching
the plan of Salvation, and what really needs to be
done.
Showing
that bringing souls unto Christ, is rewarding and
kinda fun.
It’s
these wonderful missionaries that know how to go the
extra mile.
Having
a willingness to serve with all their might, is truly
their style.
Being
a prayerful humble servant, as they go through each
individual trial.
Sharing
their testimony of the restored church, learning how
to smile.
Always
wanted to go on a mission, when they had grown a foot
or two.
Following
the Prophet’s command, telling others the Book of
Mormon is true.
Elders’
like Everett, Rowberry, Bradley, Coombs, Crane just to
name a few.
Busby,
Hall, Gladwell, Brown, Stevens, Chetty, adding more to
the crew.
The
parents of each of these fine missionaries, should be
very proud.
It
is easy to tell those with the willingness to work, in
any crowd.
Kneeling
at their bedside, thanking Our Father in Heaven out
loud.
Serving
with all their heart, might, mind, and strength, which
they vowed.
Pondering
the qualities of those who know how to work, and
teach.
You
know they weren’t always laying around or playing on
the beach.
Being
given early in life responsibility, and goals they
needed to reach.
Knowing
some day they would follow the Savior, being able to
preach.
Tom
Baker
Ward
Mission Leader
Des
Moines Ward
"Life
of a Dear One"
Life
of a dear one passing,
Create
Memories everlasting.
Pray
for strength through fasting,
With
life’s echo contrasting.
What
type of man was Bernard,
Some
think he was really hard.
Missionaries
need not put up their guard.
Giving
an inch and going the extra yard.
He
said he didn’t believe in God,
Or
anything about the iron rod.
But,
you know what was kinda odd,
Willingly,
he had a blessing with a simple nod.
Abide
with his family tis eventide,
To
know that he willing tried.
Regarding
his family he took great pride,
Improving
relations before leaving, to the other side.
What
lessons can be learned from his life?
Taking
time to be a little kinder, to your wife.
Make
the time count of toil and strife.
Wishing
his family had an opportunity of rife.
This
good man was filled with love,
Has
gone to be with his family, up above.
Concerning
grandchildren, he was very proud of.
His
pain and suffering has left in the form of a dove.
©
Tom Baker
4/22/2004
“More
Important Things”
When
you heart feels battered, and begins to grown,
Missing
a deceased parent, spouse, or child of your own.
It
maybe the loss of a good friend you’ve known,
Just
remember you have loved ones, and you’re never
alone.
Feeling
lonely with loss, pulling on your heart strings?
Try
to channel your energy into more important things.
Like
arranging flowers, getting feelings accomplishment
brings.
What
about taking pictures of a beautiful robin, as it
sings.
Passing
of loved ones, losing father, mother, and an older
brother.
The
Pondering Man tries to pass something he’s learned
to another.
Starting
to write about the early years growing up with Dad and
Mother.
Putting
to paper the adventures of Don and Tom became my
druther.
Asking
myself what talents do I have, thinking I might have
one or two.
By
writing something worthwhile seemed impossible, having
not a clue.
Now
I’m writing poetry and short stories, that I want to
share with you.
Praying
you’ll search for the talents, you were given, and
what you can do.
Remember
when you start thinking of giving up, try it one more
time.
God
gave special gifts to each of us, not being persistent
is the only crime.
You
may find the gift of writing poetry is yours, finding
words that rhyme.
It
could be giving the gift of comfort, making
another’s spirits climb.
This
task now becomes yours, take the time to search,
ponder, and pray.
Don’t
put this task off until tomorrow, wanting to wait just
one more day.
If
you think have the ability, try making a simple
beautiful bouquet.
Willing
give this gift to someone, when the sky of life seems
grey.
Tom
Baker
4/22/2004
Dedicated
to My Daughter, Trina Taylor, having good friend pass
away a short time ago.
My
Savior, Dear Jesus, Pilot Me
Flying
high over life's stormy tempestuous sea,
My
Savior, dear Jesus, please pilot me.
Dear
Lord, I truly have need of thee.
With
Chart and compass, came the man from Galilee.
Brighter
beams God's wondrous azure sky,
Knowing
there's one who smiles on high.
Where
a mighty eagle would never dare fly.
Clouds
that sometimes look like angel's, float by.
From
God's flight deck, our elder brother takes command.
Showing
us the truth and the way, with outstretched hand.
Doing
the Father’s will, wanting us to also take a firm
stand.
Following
just as the prophets of old, to a promised land.
One
may ask, Father in Heaven, are you really there?
Do
you really hear, and answer every child's prayer?
Some
wonder if heaven can be seen, from the captain's
chair,
God
sent his only begotten to be our pilot, because he
does care.
With
flaps in their correct position, and wind beneath its
wings.
Soaring
over his creations, gazing out windows at wondrous
things.
This
craft carrying passengers to safety, fighting off the
turbulence stings.
Captain
and crew are in a holding pattern to heaven, hearing
harp strings.
So
as we taxi the runways of life, not being sure at
times what to say,
Being
able to stow away our heavy burdens, in the Savior's
cargo bay.
When
life gets dark and dreary, God will listen, if we take
the time pray.
He
sent his greatest pilot, Jesus Christ, to put landing
lights along the way.
Tom
Baker
4/20/2004
What
I have Learned
I've
learned that some of the greatest gifts that God gives
you,
are
your talents that you share with friends and loved
ones....
I've
learned that people don't care how much you know,
Until
they truly know how much you care.
I've
learned that people are always more important than
things,
and
your best friends in life are those that are closest
to you.
I've
learned that you don't have to travel across the
country,
to
see and touch the many wonders of the world given to
us by God.
I've
learned the spirit world is closer than most people
think,
and
memories will last longer if you take time to write
them down.
I've
learned that you can receive confidence in your
abilities,
by
praying to God for understanding, knowing of his great
love for us.
I've
learned that you can carry life's burdens a little
easier,
knowing
that you have friends that you can trust and talk too.
I've
learned that it is important to hold on to the things
most precious,
making
your extended family larger, by including your true
friends.
I've
learned that you can stay close to your children who
seem far away,
by
making a simple phone call or sending an email,
letting them know of your love.
I've
learned time really does fly on wings of lighting,
try
to accomplish the important, this might be your last
day on earth.
I've
learned that it takes a lot more than soap and water
to wash away our sins,
by
repenting of the things we do, one can be washed clean
through the Atonement of Jesus.
I've
learned that we are responsible for what we do,
those
spirits that God sends for us to raise, are his
precious children too.
I've
learned that it is important to prioritize those
things that we hold dear,
remember
that many of these are gifts, and must be left here on
earth.
I've
learned that the ones we love most, must be guarded,
those
that we hold most precious, cannot be taken light
hearted.
I've
learned that one never knows what talents they have,
unless
they try to use their ability that God has given them.
I've
learned that the people you care most about in life,
need
to know that you love them unconditionally.
I've
learned there are treasures in life, and owners are
few,
so
please don't bury the treasure, or talent that God
gave to you!
Tom
Baker 4/12/2004
Who
Did God Send?
Who did God
send down here to Earth?
To one of his
loving daughter’s giving birth.
A choice
spirit of his, having great worth.
Blessing lives
of his parents giving mirth.
Heavenly
Father knows when a child will come.
Giving loving
parents, a daughter or a son.
With
opportunity to be an example before the day is done.
A parent
knowing of God’s great love, for this little one.
Teach a child
to walk, in the light, each day.
Helping them
learn, how to trust and obey.
Give them
guidance, helping them along the way.
Kneeling by
their bedside, showing how to pray.
Tell them the
stories of Jesus, the ones you love to here.
Reading to
them how Joseph Smith, became our prophet and seer.
With the Holy
Ghost, as their companion, they have no need to fear.
Taking daily
problems to Heavenly Father, knowing he is always
near.
Remember these
loved ones, from Heavenly Father, are on loan.
Parents have
the responsibility to teach them, their never alone.
Where can a
child go, once they become older, having grown?
To be a
missionary, more than a thousand miles from home.
There are many
treasures in life, but true owners are few.
Precious ones
coming here on earth to parents, they once knew.
Little ones
like these, want to share their treasures with you.
Having just
left the presence of God, with a chance to renew.
I dedicate
this poem to my daughter, Trina Taylor
The
Light of Christ
The Light of
Christ guides us through life’s storm.
A beacon in the
distance, giving comfort as trials swarm.
Expressing
gratitude, kneeling by our bedside this Easter morn.
Thanking our
Father in Heaven, for the gift of his first born.
God loved us, so
he sent his only begotten son.
Christ Jesus,
our Savior and atoning one.
Following the
command of the Father “Thy will be done”.
Taking the sins
of the world since it had begun.
What manner of
man was this, which came from Galilee?
Knowing he was
truly the only one, that could set us free.
Making it
possible so we can be together eternally.
To bear the sins
of the world, in a garden called Gethsemane.
To arise on the
third day from the guarded tomb,
Showing himself
to the Apostles, in the upper room.
Removing doubt
in Thomas, assuring him life will resume.
Showing his
wounds, removed their sadness and gloom.
Our Savior led
forth, being the way, the truth and light.
Teaching how to
be an example, telling us to choose the right.
Explaining how
the Holy Ghost will give us great insight.
Giving blessings
of comfort, boosting our spiritual might.
What lessons can
be learned from the Atonement, each and every day?
Kneeling with a
softened heart, and a contrite spirit, as we pray.
Have we
lightened another’s burden, helping them along the
way?
Expressing those
precious things, Jesus Christ would have us say.
Tom Baker 4/1/2004
Memories
of Don
The Pondering man
remembers his dear brother Don.
Even though it has
been four years since he passed on.
Using the heavenly
calendar it really hasn't been that long,
Listening to
"Have I Done Any Good?" his favorite LDS song.
What lessons can
be learned from this dear departed soul's life?
Showing forth an
example of true giving through toil and strife.
Being grateful to
have him sealed to Andrea, his loving eternal wife.
Memories of hands
together, cutting their wedding cake with a knife.
Scanning his light
house collection, each showing a beacon of light.
Knowing this great
man died with honor, standing for truth and right.
Having gratitude
for his willingness to help, as he writes adding insight,
Imparting Don's
testimony of "The Living Christ", will always
burn bright.
The things he
chose to be remembered, of his sojourn on earth,
Knowing he had a
choice and wanted to make, a difference since birth.
Deciding to use
his God given talents, striving to leave things of worth,
Working until the
very end, without the time to go to a sick berth.
Hoping the few
memories that he left behind, were loving and kind.
Leaving those he
cherished, with great comfort & peace of mind.
Assured of his
great love for those he would miss and are left behind,
Married for time
and eternity to his Andrea, knowing God did them bind.
I'm sure Don
wanted to play again with his “Desert Rat Blues Band”.
Writing one last
good story to let us know, he took a stand.
Writing precious
things from his heart, hoping we will understand,
Thoughts expressed
on paper, because he willingly lent a hand.
Dedicated to my
brother’s wonderful wife, Andrea Baker
In God's
Hand
When my little ship
gets tossed upon the sea,
God reaches out his
hand, and rescues me.
Having heard my
heartfelt prayer and sincere plea,
My dear precious
loving Lord, I have need of thee.
Knowing he is the
master of ocean and earth and skies,
Receiving this great
feeling of comfort, brings tears to my eyes.
The winds and the
waves cannot swallow my ship as it lies,
They all shall
sweetly obey his will, regardless of their size.
Seeing the tempest
raging, and life’s waves are tossing us high,
With sky over
shadowed by darkness, feeling shelter or help is nigh.
Coming to the Lord
in prayer and sadness, not sure what else to try,
Feeling assurance,
that the God of heaven and earth, has heard my cry.
So when upon
life’s billows we have been troubled, and tempest tossed,
Do not be
discouraged, feeling you have been forgotten, and all is
lost.
Being burdened with
a heavy load, which you must carry at all cost,
Be assured you are a
child of God, on his list your name was not crossed.
Try to count your
many blessings, taking time to name them one by one,
With a testimony in
your heart, for you, he gave his only begotten son.
Remember another
gift he freely gave, the Holy Ghost will help even on the
run,
We need to take the
time to pray, asking for help, before the day is done.
Each of Heavenly
Father's children are important, and part of his great plan,
All he has asked us
to do, is endure to the end, obey and follow his command.
Our Savior and elder
brother, atoned for our sins, and willingly took a stand.
The Pondering Man
leaves the meaning of this poem to you, and in God's Hands.
A Poem Written For
Jeannine Wozniak A Great Ward Missionary
May I suggest,
Temples are Lighthouses of God.
Where we gain light
and truth, with a simple nod.
Doing their work,
our ancestors will applaud,
Giving them the
chance to hold, to the Iron Rod.
We don’t have to
wait until the darkness of night,
To recognize Our
Heavenly Father’s beacons of light,
Receiving futher
instructions, learning to choose the right,
Putting on our
eternal glasses, obtaining great insight.
Oh we love to see
the temple, wanting to go there each day.
Listening to the
Holy Spirit, and learning how to pray and obey.
For the temple is a
House of God, believing what the prophet’s say.
Knowing our elder
brother, Jesus Christ, has provided the way.
Uniting Families
through Temple and Family History work.
Remembering to keep
our shoulders to the wheel, and not shirk.
Doing work for the
dearly departed, trying not to drive them berserk..
There are many who
have accepted the gospel, waiting with a smirk.
Witnessing as one of
our loving ancestors, is sealed to his wife.
Being thankful and
assured, they are together, in the next life.
Having children
sealed to parents, being rewarded for our strife.
The veil of the
temple becomes very thin, being blessed for efforts in rife.
Accomplishing this
sacred temple work is never a displeasure,
Knowing you will be
reunited with them, is a joy beyond measure.
Passing on your
family history, sharing your valuable treasure,
Praying for
guidance, in one of God’s Lighthouse’s is a pleasure.
Tom Baker 3/24/2004
Echo’s
of Light
The Pondering Man has
been inspired to write.
Following in his
brother’s footsteps, adding insight.
To Don’s last
earthly talk, inviting and reflecting the light.
Echoing his heartfelt
message as a beacon burning bright.
Lighthouses were built
before our savior, Jesus Christ was born.
Bonfires were the
first onshore method to alert ships, they needed to warn.
Replaced with iron
baskets filled with wood or coal ready, for any storm.
By mid 20th century
electric beacons could be seen, before the sound of a horn.
God loved us so he
sent his son to be our beacon and guide, back to port.
Shining bright through
the darkest troubling night, as we try and fall short.
Having faith and hope
feeling his love, not making prayer our last resort.
As we choose to accept
the Light of Christ, our Savior’s love will not abort.
Reflections of light
comes in many shapes and sizes, just to name a few.
Deciding which one of
these fit each of us, depending on our point of view.
Are we a flashlight or
pen light, or a combination of more than two?
Maybe a mini light at
times, or a spotlight low on power waiting to renew.
For a lighthouse is a
true beacon to the world, calling souls to Christ to see.
Light-givers reflect
light using the gift of the Holy Ghost, you may agree.
Transmitting power
from belief and faith, doing what the Lord wants us to be.
Our lights showing a
burning faith in Jesus Christ, we will win the victory.
Remember a fixed light
is a light that shines continuously, and will not fail.
While a flashing light
has longer periods of darkness, it is hard to see a trail.
Enlightened by the
spirit be assured the Lord’s plan, will always prevail.
Lighthouses need light
keepers to battle Satan’s nets, as we set sail.
In Memory of My Brother
Don who passed away 3/19/2000
The World
Beyond the Veil
Speaking of the world
beyond the veil, the pondering man has waited till now,
Where we go, after we
die, passing on to the Spirit World and wondering how.
This Spirit World has
been divided or sectioned off, basically in two,
Which side we are
assigned has been determined, by our actions true.
Those that have chosen
evil cannot live with the good and upstanding,
So there is a Spirit
Prison for them, with their judgment still outstanding.
A family member or
relative may truly wonder, and really want to know,
Where they sent this
loved one who passed on, to them a very dear soul.
The ones who have not
accepted, or had a chance to study the Gospel here,
Are waiting impatiently
for their work to be done, trying to be of good cheer.
The righteous baptized
members that are willing to share and teach,
Become missionaries to
those willing, to learn of Jesus Christ, and preach.
After the 1000 year
Millennium comes to an end, final judgment is next,
As the book of life
opens to our past sins, there is no need to be perplexed.
With a loving Savior
willing to atone for the sins, we did honestly repent of,
He will step forward as
a testament, showing forth his God given love.
Moving forth to the
appointed Kingdom, that we have earned by our actions,
First the Celestial
Kingdom, for those willingly baptized and avoiding distractions.
Second the Terrestial
Kingdom, being a little bit better than on earth,
Lastly the Telestial
Kingdom, for those deciding to do evil deeds since birth.
Sometimes the Lord
expands our vision, so that we may understand,
Knowing at times we need
help comprehending, so he takes us by the hand.
Realizing we can look
beyond the thin veil which separates us from the other sphere,
Letting us know, by
doing the temple work for them, you will always feel them near.
3/7/2004
Eternal
Reflection
The mirrors, in the temple
sealing rooms, create eternal reflection,
Implant
spiritual images in our minds, of a loving past recollection.
Endless
views in the corridors of life, with celestial direction,
Deep
spiritual thoughts of God’s promises, as we strive for
perfection.
Temple work helps bridge
the spirit world, to our temporal earth,
Doing work for our kindred
dead, will always be, of great worth.
Knowing we are among those
who accepted God’s plan, before our birth.
Having families united
together forever causes smiles reflecting mirth.
The Pondering Man would
like to share an experience that took place,
In
the house of the Lord brought tears of joy, to a dear sister’s
face.
After
she had been sealed to her parents, magnifying her gospel embrace,
Leaving deep impressions
of a heavenly dream, she was able to retrace.
Over eight years have past
since she had the dream, of her dear mother,
Trying to understand the
important meaning, as they talked to each other.
Is
there a heaven, this loved one wanted to know, taught by our elder
brother?
The Savior willingly gave
his life, teaching us to truly love one another.
Having
on her spiritual glasses, she could see this daughter of God,
Wanting to let her know
this was true, by giving a simple nod.
Feelings of great love and
respect, knowing this seemed a little odd,
Receiving confirmation of
the spirit, that her mother had hold of the iron rod.
The
sealing powers of the temple are binding, by attending you will
feel,
Being sealed to parents
and members of family, can happen and are real.
Our
great love for God the Father and his Son is felt, at the altar we
kneel,
With opportunity to be
together again, knowing Jesus’ atonement did seal.
Dedicated to Sister
Jeannine Wozniak
A poem dedicated to Sister
Jeannine Wozniak, she was sealed to her parents Friday, February 20,
2004 in the Seattle Temple.
Memories are
like a Mirror
Memories are like a mirror,
they reflect back at me and you,
Looking back at images,
depending on your point of view.
Visually remembering back to
days gone by, and again renew,
Staring deep into the
mirrors of life, knowing they are true.
Remembering those wonderful
times you spent with mother,
Doing the thing that boys
do, with your older brother.
Chores Dad left for you, and
you wish he had asked another,
Hoping to see them again,
giving loving hugs, trying to smother.
Knowing that some of your
family members have passed on,
Telling stories to your
children of wonderful days, which have gone.
Trying to put these
experiences to paper, long after morning dawn,
Feeling in you heart, the
experiences must be shared, as you yawn.
Wanting to paint a picture,
in a child’s mind that will not erase,
Wishing they will meet these
special ones, someday, and embrace.
Teaching those important
lessons learned, that you cannot replace,
Responding you have tried
your best, as you meet again, face to face.
What insights can be learned
from those who have left impressions deep,
These treasures of truth
left so that others may also want to keep.
Reading and pondering these
precious memories, before they fall asleep,
Giving lasting thoughts that
are far better for them, than counting sheep.
Taking an inventory of those
important things now becomes your task,
The Pondering Man has tried
to bring back memories, why you may ask?
Many worthwhile images get
stored away, which we may need to unmask,
Sharing great wisdom we have
been taught, gives rays of hope that will last.
2/16/2004
Impact
Missionaries
Those willing to go the extra
mile as they trod,
Answering their mission call,
with a simple nod.
These few, these mighty,
humble servants of God,
Knowing their sword and
shield, is the Iron Rod.
What makes them so special,
you may ask,
Pondering the differences, has
been a writer's task.
Impact missionaries glow from
within, no need to unmask,
Going forth each day, with
their full spiritual flask.
Showing a determination to
teach by the spirit, is their style,
Never do they question, always
willing to be quite versatile.
Taking the challenges they're
given, faithfully working thru each trial,
Having the ability, in the
face of adversity, to share a simple smile.
Realizing the worth of souls
is great, following the Savior's plea,
Remembering his great
unselfish act, in the garden of Gethsemane.
Willingness to be their
brother's keeper, saying Lord, I would follow thee,
Being great examples, to each
missionary companion, for all to see.
As ambassadors of Jesus
Christ, having learned to fervently pray,
Following the mission rules,
knowing the guidelines they must obey.
Mastering the missionary
discussions, presenting each in a proper way,
Sharing their burning
testimony of the gospel, each and every day.
Master teachers they’ve now
become, using the Holy Ghost to preach,
Praying their junior
companions will do the same, setting goals to reach.
Impacting the lives of other
elders, grateful they learned to teach,
Bearing testimony of this
work, to new missionaries, in a final speech.
The things we leave behind
will become our style,
Extending a helping hand to
another as they go thru a trial.
Maybe just a listening ear and
a warm friendly smile,
Knowing that it was worth the
effort, going the extra mile.
Gathering those things, which
we know are of great worth,
Wonderful memories that we may
have had since birth.
Remembering those treasures
will be left here on earth,
Leaving enough good stories of
your love and mirth.
We need to take the time and
plan from this very day on,
Knowing that the brief time we
spend here will soon be gone.
Making precious memories
starting with the dawn,
Feeling you’ve done your
best at evening, as you start to yawn.
Realizing we have been given
much, we too must give,
We were sent here for a
purpose as long as we live.
Using our precious gifts as
time passes through a sieve,
Not to hold grudges, and
learning to truly forgive.
Make an inventory of the
things, others will remember us by,
Being honest with ourselves,
may bring a few tears to an eye.
As time flies on wings of
lighting, it’s so important to try,
Having the reassurance, that
we won’t need an alibi.
In a hundred years will it
matter what kind a car we drove,
How much more important are
the relationships that we wove.
Feelings we shared with a
grandchild, while walking thru a grove.
Knowing our time here was well
spent, and didn’t try to rove.
1-14-2004
O Lord abide with me tis
eventide,
Dear Savior, please stay the
night by my side.
Help me to learn, putting away
all my pride,
Being humble as a child, so
that I might abide.
Pouring out my soul, to Father
in Heaven above,
Letting Him know each night,
of my great love.
That His assuring love, will
descend as a dove,
Letting God know, the blessing
that I’m grateful of.
At dusk as shadows of the
evening start to fall,
Wanting Him to know, that I
have tried to give my all.
Having faith that you will
have heard my call,
Going through life’s
challenges, as I stumble and fall.
Oh Savior, as I commune each
night with thee,
With a deep spiritual love,
burning inside of me.
That my prayers have been
answered, in ways that I may see,
Knowing that my earthly tests
are needed, and I agree.
Remembering days, seeing only
one set of footprints in the sand,
Or the times when I felt that
I was taken by thy hand.
Knowing that everyday, I need
to continue to take a stand,
Searching and finding those
lost sheep, following thy command.
As I search, ponder, and
humbly pray learning of thy will,
Believing that you will
continue to abide with me still.
Trying to accomplish the
things I’m sent here to fulfill,
Loving one another, sharing
the gospel, will give my heart a thrill.
With Christmas in the home,
decorations in the mart,
True feelings of the
Savior’s love, comes from the heart.
Taking time to reflect, is
where we need to start,
Sharing the true love of
Christ, trying to do our part.
Following the Saviors example,
with our own agility,
Use the antidote for pride,
which is humility.
Learning to forgive, we have
the God given ability,
Showing forth Jesus Christ’s
love, with respect and civility.
We must do the same, as those
Wise Men of old,
Sought out the Christ Child,
found him as foretold.
Those who are wise serving him
today, are bold,
Searching the Scriptures,
seeking special feelings to hold.
True gifts we share with
others, stay bright and do not dim,
Remembering the symbols of
Christmas, placed on the tree as trim.
We can live with God again,
knowing it was because of Him.
Gratitude for his atoning
sacrifice, fills our Hearts to the brim.
Remember “Without Christ
there would be no Christmas” to share,
The True Spirit of Christmas,
is expressed with daily prayer.
Giving thanks to Our Father in
Heaven, showing him we truly care,
Making our burdens lighter,
that we are called to bare.
By prophesy, the Savior of the
world, will come again once more,
Keeping those testimonies
strong, and lamps full, is our chore.
In your heart you will hear
“Well Done”, rich blessings are in store,
Knowing you have done what was
asked, will make your heart soar.
In the eternal realm of life
you see,
We are all part of an extended
family.
My poetry brother, known as
Dennis Losse,
A great friend and mentor, to
more than me.
It’s great to have Dennis
for a brother,
Tho, we didn’t have the same
earthly mother.
Yet I knew him before like
none other,
In pre-mortal life we were
taught, to love one another.
As brothers we share our
poetry as a painting,
Which is heard and not seen
like someone fainting.
Drawing the heart to feel
without constraining,
Causing the mind to believe
these thoughts entertaining.
Trying to write some thought
that will be worthwhile,
Hoping to touch the soul
trying to gain a little smile.
Putting forth great effort and
going the extra mile.
Possibly comforting someone
going through a personal trial.
Wanting to deliver something
of great worth,
Using a talent that one is
given to use after birth.
Knowing talents are given
before we came to earth,
Cultivating thoughts that fill
the heart with mirth.
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