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
Friday, September 25, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
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
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
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
Friday, September 4, 2009
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)
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)
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
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
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 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
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
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
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
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
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
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
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
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
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
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