Monday, April 12, 2010

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I saw it when i was a sunbeam, talking about the Saviors death with questions of why under my breath, leaving me to cry my eyes out with discontent.

I saw it when I was six, when my family read Moroni 9:8 causing me to ponder the idea of hate.

I saw it leave when I was 12 because for a time I simply didn't care.

I saw it when I saw her, the woman I wanted but knew I didn't deserve. Leaving me to evaluate myself and it caused me to be lifted out of my self made hell.

I saw it when I stood on top of Provo with the MTC under my feet, knowing it's exactly where I needed to be.

I saw it when we found that family who got baptized and will eventually be sealed for time and all eternity.

I saw it when I looked up at Sandia Peak and figured out that it was always all around me.

I saw it when I heard my sister sing, There is no death above.

I saw it when my time was up.

I saw it come when I thought I'd had enough.

I saw it beside me in my times of despair, leaving me to never doubt if it was there.

I saw the light, I saw the Christ.

1 comment:

Gregory. said...

just to clarify when I say I saw the Christ I mean I saw the fruits of Christ. To me everything denotes that there is a Christ and theses story's of my life bear witness of him to me.