This is a poem by a dear friend of mine Shanna Hugie she wrote it in the Book of Mormon Gallery-LDS conference Center His face was on the ground. Sin's dust down in his lungs. He hadn't seen a sunrise Since he became undone. His choices took him far Down a road of grime. Still...he could there remember A peaceful other time... Was it just fake memory When he had seen his Father's face Or...did it really happen Another time...another place Was it far too late For him to find the way Or, did he see there waiting Two beings on that day. He looked and saw the hand Of mercy reaching out With justice by her side Still...he was full of doubt. Then...he heard a prompting "My son...you can come home. Just reach toward my justice And mercy will be shown."
Life's ups and downs, life's funniest fails, and life's greatest victories. This is my life.