Quiet

I needed the quiet so he drew me aside
Into the shadows where we could confide,
Away from the bustle where all the day long
I hurried and worried when active and strong.
I needed the quiet tho at first I rebelled,
But gently, so gently my cross he upheld,
And whispered so sweetly of spiritual things,
Tho weakened in body, my spirit took wings
To heights never heard of when active and gay,
He loved me so greatly he drew me away.
I needed the quiet, no prison my bed,
But a beautiful valley of blessings instead –
A place to grow richer in Jesus to hide
I needed the quiet so he drew me aside.–

Alice H. Mortenson

For Thee Father

For Thee Father

For Thee Father, I will seek
With eyes that cannot see.
For Thy children who are lost,
And bring them unto Thee.

For Thee father, I will speak,
With tongue now bound with fear.
With these lips I will share
Thy truth that all may hear.

For Thee Father, I will love
With heart too often weak.
From the abundance of my heart
Kind words my mouth will speak.

For Thee Father, I will touch
With cold and callused hand.
With the Master's healing touch,
From Thee now come to man.

For Thee Father, I will stand
On trembling or bended knee.
The sword of truth I will bare,
My trust I place in Thee.

For Thee Father, I will go
With heavy feet of clay.
On my shoulders I will bare
A wandering soul this day.

For Thee Father, I give myself
Thy servant I will be.
For Thee Father, this I do,
Thou did it unto me.

William E. Lee
August 1995
Copyright 1996

The Gift

The Gift

As my Father said goodbye
He gave this gift to me.
I would one day use the gift
To set the captive free.

His commands I would obey,
My life would be a light.
A candle set within the world
To pierce the darkest night.

I would bind the open wound
And heal the deepest pain.
Cause the mourner to rejoice
And bring them home again.

But as I grew from boy to man
My fears they did increase.
My faith began to waiver
My desire began to cease.

Absent in my efforts
To help and lift my brother,
Because I did not use the gift
He gave it to another.

A gift to me was given
That I might one day use.
But fear became my master
The gift I did refuse.

"For God hath not given is the spirit of fear; But of power"
2 Tim 1: 7

William E Lee
Copyright 1995

Faded Flowers

Faded Flowers

Faded Flowers o'er my head
Once alive, now with me dead.
Did those I love my name forget?
Has time errased my sad regret?
From this world I did depart
Amid bitter tears and broken heart!
Now I lie here alone,
My name engraved on sanded stone.
Here in Sheol my body waits,
For heaven's trump to seal my fate.
Now strangers walk before my face
With no respect for this place.
Here alone, I'll spend my hours
With changing seasons and faded flowers.

William E Lee
Copyright 1996

No Coward Soul Is Mine

No Coward Soul Is Mine

No coward soul is mine,
No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere:
I see heaven's glories shine,
And faith shines equal, arming me from fear.

Emily Bronte
(From the same named poem)

Along The Road

Along The Road

I walked a mile with Pleasure.
She chattered all the way,
But left me none the wiser
For all she had to say.

I walked a mile with Sorrow,
And ne'er a word said she;
But, oh the things I learned from her
When Sorrow walked with me!

Robert Browning Hamiton

The God we Believe

The God We Believe

The human mind, cannot conceive
Of the God, that we believe.
Any attept to thus define,
Occurs within the frenzied mind!

But, the human heart can conceive
Of the God, that we believe.
For only there, can we see
The secrets of eternity.

William E Lee

The Path

The Path

I embark upon a journey,
It's purpose well defined.
Is it in the physical
Or only in my mind?

The path now lies before me
A path which is my own,
Though others walk beside me
This path I walk alone.

For some the path is different
For all the path unique,
The proud it maketh humble
The strong it maketh weak.

Millions go before me
And yet I am the first,
To walk along the path
Driven only by my thirst.

In search of living water
Once found at Jacob's well.
That I may thrist no more
My doubts and fears dispelled.

To fill the void inside me
With that of greatest worth,
To find the hidden treasure
For which I came to earth.

Tho' blinded by the darkness
The Light, I still can see.
Tho' deafened by the silence
His voice still calls to me.

"Give unto me thy burdens
For you this is the test.
To put thy faith in Me,
That I may give you rest".

"The path now lies before thee
True it is thine own,
Just follow in my footsteps
The path will lead you home".

William E Lee
Copyright 1997

Come Not Here, To Mourn

Come Not Here, To Mourn

The wind it blows so cold here
And yet I am so warm.
The clouds they gather darkness
But here there is no storm.

Loved ones come to see me
Such sadness on their face.
I know not why they come here,
I dwell not in this place.

Even when they must come,
Their visits are so brief.
They come here seeking comfort,
Yet leave with pain and grief.

It's true my body lies here
In this prison with no bars;
But soon will rise triumphant,
To soar as an eagle through the stars.

The place in which I dwell now,
There is time and space.
I've come to rest from labor
Now you must run the race.

Why do they so oft forget
What the angel to Mary said?
"Why seek ye the living
Here among the dead?"

So if you still must come here
Of this please let me warn;
Come to seek and praise your God,
But come not here, to mourn.

William E Lee
December 25, 1989
Copyright 1996

He Hath Called Me Friend

He Hath Called Me Friend

He stands upon the mountians-- Zech 14: 4
He walks upon the sea. --John 6: 19
He entered into prison --1 Peter 3: 18-21
To set the captive free. --1 Peter 4: 6

His name is Wonderful, Counselor, --Isaiah 9: 6
Everlasting Father, The Mighty God. -- 2 Nephi 19: 6
He leads those through the darkness --1 Nephi 8: 23-24
Who hold tight the iron rod. --1 Nephi 8: 19

He is one who builds a ship-- 1 Nephi 17: 8
With hands that have no skill, --Gen 6: 14
For nothing is impossible --Matt 19: 26
To those who seek his will. --1 Nephi 3: 7

He exalts the righteous King --Mosiah 2: 14
Who labors with his hands.
He burns the king as stubble --Mosiah 19: 20
Who reveals his wicked plans.

He is strength to the Stripling Warrior-- Alma 56: 56
Who pursues the righteous cause.
He destroys the wicked armies --Alma 44: 19
Who remember not his laws.

He is our source of courage
While facing all our fears, --1 Tim 1: 7
He is our source of comfort --Matt 5: 4
While in this veil of tears. --3 Nephi 12: 4

He was wounded for our transgressions, --Isaiah 53: 5
He was brusied for our iniquities.
By his stripes we are healed, -- Mosiah 14: 5
Once blind we now can see. --Matt 11: 5

He is Alpha and Omega
The Beginning and the End. --Rev 21: 6
The Author of Salvation-- Heb 5: 9
And, "He" hath called me friend.-- D&C 84: 77

William E Lee
Copyright 1996

Signs Of Courage

Signs of Courage

The signs of courage,
For the brave
Is not the flag
That marks his grave.
Nor is it,
That he gave his life
For others in
A time of strife.
Nor in the words
That others speak
Of his life,
To inspire the weak.
But it is
As with all men,
The fears he faces
From within.

William E. Lee
Caleb Lee

Forgive

Forgive


Forgive,
The scripture seemed to read,
As once again I’d look.
Forgive,
The scripture clearly said,
Annoyed I closed the book.
“Forgive“,
The Spirit softly spoke,
Startled I did fear.
Forgive,
The Spirit louder spoke,
I pretended not to hear.
“Forgive“,
The Saviour said to me,
I quickly questioned , Why?
“Forgive“,
The Saviour said again,
“For this I came to die.”

Then bitterly I cried out
How canst thou know my pain?
The wounds that I have suffered
My tears that fell like rain.
The quietly he spoke my name
And said, “I understand”.
Reached out that he may lift me
With wounds in both his hands.
Ashamed I said, How can I?
He reminded me again,
“For he who will not forgive,
In him lies the greater sin.”

Forgive,
The scripture seemed to read,
As once again I’d look.
Forgive,
The scripture clearly read,
I then embraced the book.
“Forgive“,
The Spirit softly spoke,
Now I did not fear.
“Forgive“,
The Spirit said again,
Once deaf, I now can hear.
“Forgive“,
The Saviour said to me,
“To you this gift I give.”
“Forgive,”
The Savior said again,
“Do this and ye shall live.”


William E. Lee
Copyright 1996

I Am I Said

"Simple Pleasures...are the last refuge of the complex."

Oscar Wilde, 1854-1900

I Am I Said

"I am," I said
To no one there
And no one heard at all
Not even the chair
"I am", I cried
"I am," said I
And I am lost and I can't even say why
Leavin' me lonely still.

Neil Diamond

What God Hath Promised

What God Hath Promised

God hath not promised
Skies always blue,
Flower-strewn pathways
All out lives through;
God hath not promised
Sun without rain,
Joy without sorrow,
Peace without pain.

But God hath promised
Strength for the day,
Rest for the labor,
Light for the way,
Grace for the trials,
Help from above,
Unfailing sympathy,
Undying love.

Annie Johnson Flint

When My Mother Prays

When My Mother Prays

When my mother prays
Angels take their flight.
To guard my way by day,
To protect me in the night.

When I forget in whom I trust
And bow on bended knee,
There is one who won't forget
To pled my case to Thee.

In darkness I have walked
Not knowing well the cost.
A voice was heard on high
Before my soul was lost.

In sickness and in health
Circumstances tho' they be,
My name Thou can't forget
When my Mother prays for me.

In the purest form of love
Her prayers for me are heard.
In language known to angels,
In the simple spoken word.

And yet these words ascend
To Thy throne exalted high.
Request for promised blessings
Which Thou cannot deny.

Blessed is her name,
Her devotion knows no bounds.
In her quit secret place
On her knees she will be found.

With courage, I will face
The trials of coming days.
The heavens shake for my good
When my Mother prays.

(William E. Lee)
Copyright 1995

Man-Making

Man-Making

We are all blind until we see
That in the human plan
Nothing is worth the making if
It does not make the man.

Why build these cities glorious
If the man unbuilded goes?
In vain we build the world, unless
The builder also grows.

(Edwin Markham)

Death, Be Not Proud

Death, Be Not Proud

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death; nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow;
And soonest our best men with thee do go--
Rest of their bones and souls' delivery!
Thou art slave to fate and chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war and sickness dwell;
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke. Why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And Death shall be no more: Death, thou shalt die,

(John Donne)

Outwitted

Outwitted

He drew a circle that shut me out--
Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout.
But Love and I had wit to win:
We drew a circle that took him in!

(Edwin Markham)

The Standard of Truth

The Standard of Truth

The standard of truth has been erected; no unhallowed hand can stop the work from progressing; persecutions may rage, mobs may combine, armies may assemble, calumny may defame, but the truth of God will go forth boldly, nobly, and independent , till it has penetrated every continent, visited every clime, swept every country, and sounded in every ear, till the purposes of God shall be accomplished, and the Great Jehovah shall say the work is done.
(HC 4:540) (Joseph Smilh)

Quotes...

Conscience makes cowards of us all
(Hamlet)

You don't have to be religious to have a soul; Everybody has one. You don't have to be religious to perfect your soul.; I have found saintliness in avowed atheists.
(Rabbi Harold Kushner)

The best educated human being is the one who understands most about the life in which he (or she) is placed.
(Helen Keller)

Dying for one's faith is easy, living one's faith is much more difficult.
(Lee)

Oh Yeah, life goes on. Long after the thrill of living is gone.
(John Cougar Mellencamp)

We Few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
(Shakespear 1599, St Crispen day speech)

A Zealot: One who is illuminated and blinded by the same light.
(Lee)

The ordinary man is involved in action, the hero acts. An immense difference.
(Henry Miller)

God does not judge anyone based on the outcome of the war. But he does judge us based on how (or if) we fought the battles.
(Lee)

This is as true in everyday life as it is in battle: we are given one life and the decission is ours whether to wait for circumstances to make up our mind, or whether to act and, in acting, to live.
(Gen Omar Bradley)

The wisdom of man can be found among the ruins of every fallen civilization; The wisdom of God cannot.
(Lee)

The closer a man gets to heaven or hell, the more entrenched he becomes in this world.

(Lee)

The Creed

There is a destiny that makes us brothers, none goes his way alone.
All that we send into the lives of others comes back into our own.

Edwin Markham (from "The Creed")

A Higer Tier

I would be content
To remain in hell,
If from it's walls
I could expel
Those I love
To heavens gate,
To spare them from
This awful fate.
But, alas this thing
I cannot do.
The choice to make
Is up to you.
I pray we meet
In heavens sphere,
Then be lifted to
A higer tier.

(William E Lee)
Copyright July 2001

Across the Hills

Across The Hills

Today I walked across the hills
Green carpets filled with daffodils.
Lives once lived but now forgotten,
Remembered not by those begotten.

An eagle rides upon the wind
He rises high then falls again.
Unaware of that which lies below
Forgotten dreams, now silent souls.

Children who once mourned parent’s death
Now themselves are laid to rest.
Generations past, a new day dawns,
Generations now, where have they gone?

Tears once shed here in this place
The passing time will soon erase.
Painful memories they once did fear,
Now bittersweet they hold so dear.

The righteous say, "we rise again".
The godless say, "this is the end".
The foolish say, "I do not know".
The dying say, "just let me go"!

All is vain I’ve heard some say,
Life is hard then slips away.
And yet the whisper, “It will not end.”
A still small voice, “We rise again.”

Man, he rises out of the dust,
Live he will, and love he must.
Then with age his eyes turn down
To lay to rest here in this ground.

Spring it struggles to arise
White clouds amid the dark blue sky,
Yet on the wind a winter chills
Today I walked across the hills.

(William E. Lee)
April 1994
Copyright 96

Laying Down the Sword

Laying Down the Sword

Fractured light against the sky
As clouds conceal the westward flight,
Autumn colors that brightly shine
Announce the coming of the night.

The day is ending, as it should
Content that I have done my best,
While others bid me labor on
I desire to be at rest.

With the ending now before me
To the victor goes the race,
The finish line is clearly drawn
In the lines upon my face.

Like a warrior from the battle
For peace my soul doth seek,
The spirit strong and willing
The flesh so very weak.

Weep not for me my children
Weep not for me my friend,
This is a new beginning
And, not a tragic end.

I am called to others labors
In the service of my Lord,
I’m not giving up the battle
I’m just laying down my sword.

(William E. Lee)
December 1998
Copyright 1998

Dedicated to:

Mary Margaret Bourne McQuade