Elder Pope shared with me last September a little poem he penned. He actually asked me not to post it on the blog, which I respected up until now. I decided today it's too good not to share. We hope you like it.
Forgive me, James? Love, Mom
Never forsake those who live and sigh;
Their hands may hang helplessly low.
For those of us who know a way,
Never bend, never sway.
Together we stand, firmly we pray;
Today is the day, there is always a way.
