Poem

Who are we?

I look at the path 

That Jesus walked.

and wonder

Where am I?

When he stood
in front of the
crowd, was I one
who yelled crucify?

Or was I like 

the disciples?

The three,

Peter, James and John?

Who could not

pray for just

one hour while his

suffering went on.

Or was I just

and angel, 

watching in 

Gethsemane?

Watching all

his pain as

he prayed
continually?

Sometimes we

forget who we are

and don´t see the 

grand scheme of things.

I just hope

that when I return 

God will say, ¨son I 

am well pleased¨

Love you all 

May we all be that child of God we were meant to be

Elder Cooper