At the beginning of this month we talked about being gods hands in Relief Society. You might ask me What is Relief Society? Relief Society is for women 18 & older in the LDS church.
I thought it would be a good idea to share what I strive to be every day. Here are some songs to help you. Words to the songs are below the videos.
Have I done any good in the world today?
Have I helped anyone in need?
Have I cheered up the sad and made someone feel glad?
If not, I have failed indeed.
Has anyone’s burden been lighter today
Because I was willing to share?
Have the sick & the weary been helped on their way?
When they needed my help was I there?
Then wake up & do something more
Than dream of your mansion above.
Doing good is a pleasure, a joy beyond measure,
A blessing of duty & love.
There are chances for work all around just now,
Opportunities right in our way.
Do not let them pass by, saying, “Sometime I’ll try,”
But go & do something today.
’Tis noble of man to work and to give;
Love’s labor has merit alone.
Only he who does something helps others to live.
To God each good work will be known.
his hands
tools of creation
stronger than nations
power without end
& yet through them we find our truest friend
his hands
sermons of kindness
healing men's blindness
halting years of pain
children waiting to be held again
his hands would serve his whole life though
showing man what hands might do
giving, ever giving, endlessly
each day was filled with selflessness
& I'll not rest until I make up my hands what they could be
'til these hands become like those from galilee
his hands
lifting a leper
warming a beggar
calling back the dead
breaking bread, five thousand fed
his hands
hushing contention
pointing to heaven
ever free of sin
then bidding man to follow him
his hands would serve his whole life though
showing man what hands might do
giving, ever giving, endlessly
each day was filled with selflessness
& I'll not rest until I make up my hands what they could be
'til these hands become like those from galilee
his hands
clasped in agony
as he he lay pleading, bleeding in the garden
while just moments away
other hands betray him
out of greed, shameful greed
& then his hands
are trembling
straining to carry the beam that they've been led to
as he stumbles through the streets
heading towards the hill on which he died
he would die
they take his hands, his mighty hands, those gentle hands
and then they pierce them, they pierce them
he lets them, because of love
from birth to death was selflessness
& clearly now I see him with his hands
calling to me
& though I'm not yet as I would be
he has shown me how I could be
I will make my hands like those from galilee
Do what is right; the day-dawn is breaking,
Hailing a future of freedom and light.
Angels above us are silent notes taking
Of ev’ry action; then do what is right!
Do what is right; let the consequence follow.
Battle for freedom in spirit & might;
& with stout hearts look ye forth till tomorrow.
God will protect you; then do what is right!
Do what is right; the shackles are falling.
Chains of the bondsmen no longer are bright;
Lightened by hope, soon they’ll cease to be galling.
Truth goeth onward; then do what is right!
Do what is right; be faithful and fearless.
Onward, press onward, the goal is in sight.
Eyes that are wet now, ere long will be tearless.
Blessings await you in doing what’s right!
It may not be on the mountain height
Or over the stormy sea,
It may not be at the battle’s front
My Lord will have need of me.
But if, by a still, small voice he calls
To paths that I do not know,
I’ll answer, dear Lord, with my hand in thine:
I’ll go where you want me to go.
I’ll go where you want me to go, dear Lord,
Over mountain or plain or sea;
I’ll say what you want me to say, dear Lord;
I’ll be what you want me to be.
Perhaps today there are loving words
Which Jesus would have me speak;
There may be now in the paths of sin
Some wand’rer whom I should seek.
O Savior, if thou wilt be my guide,
Tho dark and rugged the way,
My voice shall echo the message sweet:
I’ll say what you want me to say.
There’s surely somewhere a lowly place
In earth’s harvest fields so wide
Where I may labor through life’s short day
For Jesus, the Crucified.
So trusting my all to thy tender care,
& knowing thou lovest me,
I’ll do thy will with a heart sincere:
I’ll be what you want me to be.
I hope that days come easy & moments pass slow,
& each road leads you where you want to go,
& if you're faced with a choice, & you have to choose,
I hope you choose the one that means the most to you.
& if one door opens to another door closed,
I hope you keep on walkin' till you find the window,
If it's cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile,
More then anything, more then anything,
My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it,
To your dreams stay big, & your worries stay small,
You never need to carry more then you can hold,
& while you're out there getting where you're getting to,
I hope you know somebody loves you, & wants the same things too,
Yeah, this, is my wish.
I hope you never look back, but ya never forget,
All the ones who love you, in the place you left,
I hope you always forgive, & you never regret,
& you help somebody every chance you get,
Oh, you find God's grace, in every mistake,
& you always give more then you take.
Oh More then anything, Yeah, & more then anything,
My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it,
To your dreams stay big, & your worries stay small,
You never need to carry more then you can hold,
& while you're out there getting where you're getting to,
I hope you know somebody loves you, & wants the same things too,
Yeah, this, is my wish.
If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we're all OK
& not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful
& useless in times like these
I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear
My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
& I am never broken
Poverty stole your golden shoes
It didn't steal your laughter
& heartache came to visit me
But I knew it wasn't ever after
We'll fight, not out of spite
For someone must stand up for what's right
'Cause where there's a man who has no voice
There ours shall go singing
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
I am never broken
In the end only kindness matters
In the end only kindness matters
I will get down on my knees, & I will pray
I will get down on my knees, & I will pray
I will get down on my knees, & I will pray
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
& I am never broken
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
& I am never broken
We are never broken
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's mind
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's heart
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's eyes
We are God's hands
We are God's hands
I thought it would be a good idea to share what I strive to be every day. Here are some songs to help you. Words to the songs are below the videos.
Have I done any good in the world today?
Have I helped anyone in need?
Have I cheered up the sad and made someone feel glad?
If not, I have failed indeed.
Has anyone’s burden been lighter today
Because I was willing to share?
Have the sick & the weary been helped on their way?
When they needed my help was I there?
Then wake up & do something more
Than dream of your mansion above.
Doing good is a pleasure, a joy beyond measure,
A blessing of duty & love.
There are chances for work all around just now,
Opportunities right in our way.
Do not let them pass by, saying, “Sometime I’ll try,”
But go & do something today.
’Tis noble of man to work and to give;
Love’s labor has merit alone.
Only he who does something helps others to live.
To God each good work will be known.
his hands
tools of creation
stronger than nations
power without end
& yet through them we find our truest friend
his hands
sermons of kindness
healing men's blindness
halting years of pain
children waiting to be held again
his hands would serve his whole life though
showing man what hands might do
giving, ever giving, endlessly
each day was filled with selflessness
& I'll not rest until I make up my hands what they could be
'til these hands become like those from galilee
his hands
lifting a leper
warming a beggar
calling back the dead
breaking bread, five thousand fed
his hands
hushing contention
pointing to heaven
ever free of sin
then bidding man to follow him
his hands would serve his whole life though
showing man what hands might do
giving, ever giving, endlessly
each day was filled with selflessness
& I'll not rest until I make up my hands what they could be
'til these hands become like those from galilee
his hands
clasped in agony
as he he lay pleading, bleeding in the garden
while just moments away
other hands betray him
out of greed, shameful greed
& then his hands
are trembling
straining to carry the beam that they've been led to
as he stumbles through the streets
heading towards the hill on which he died
he would die
they take his hands, his mighty hands, those gentle hands
and then they pierce them, they pierce them
he lets them, because of love
from birth to death was selflessness
& clearly now I see him with his hands
calling to me
& though I'm not yet as I would be
he has shown me how I could be
I will make my hands like those from galilee
Do what is right; the day-dawn is breaking,
Hailing a future of freedom and light.
Angels above us are silent notes taking
Of ev’ry action; then do what is right!
Do what is right; let the consequence follow.
Battle for freedom in spirit & might;
& with stout hearts look ye forth till tomorrow.
God will protect you; then do what is right!
Do what is right; the shackles are falling.
Chains of the bondsmen no longer are bright;
Lightened by hope, soon they’ll cease to be galling.
Truth goeth onward; then do what is right!
Do what is right; be faithful and fearless.
Onward, press onward, the goal is in sight.
Eyes that are wet now, ere long will be tearless.
Blessings await you in doing what’s right!
It may not be on the mountain height
Or over the stormy sea,
It may not be at the battle’s front
My Lord will have need of me.
But if, by a still, small voice he calls
To paths that I do not know,
I’ll answer, dear Lord, with my hand in thine:
I’ll go where you want me to go.
I’ll go where you want me to go, dear Lord,
Over mountain or plain or sea;
I’ll say what you want me to say, dear Lord;
I’ll be what you want me to be.
Perhaps today there are loving words
Which Jesus would have me speak;
There may be now in the paths of sin
Some wand’rer whom I should seek.
O Savior, if thou wilt be my guide,
Tho dark and rugged the way,
My voice shall echo the message sweet:
I’ll say what you want me to say.
There’s surely somewhere a lowly place
In earth’s harvest fields so wide
Where I may labor through life’s short day
For Jesus, the Crucified.
So trusting my all to thy tender care,
& knowing thou lovest me,
I’ll do thy will with a heart sincere:
I’ll be what you want me to be.
I hope that days come easy & moments pass slow,
& each road leads you where you want to go,
& if you're faced with a choice, & you have to choose,
I hope you choose the one that means the most to you.
& if one door opens to another door closed,
I hope you keep on walkin' till you find the window,
If it's cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile,
More then anything, more then anything,
My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it,
To your dreams stay big, & your worries stay small,
You never need to carry more then you can hold,
& while you're out there getting where you're getting to,
I hope you know somebody loves you, & wants the same things too,
Yeah, this, is my wish.
I hope you never look back, but ya never forget,
All the ones who love you, in the place you left,
I hope you always forgive, & you never regret,
& you help somebody every chance you get,
Oh, you find God's grace, in every mistake,
& you always give more then you take.
Oh More then anything, Yeah, & more then anything,
My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it,
To your dreams stay big, & your worries stay small,
You never need to carry more then you can hold,
& while you're out there getting where you're getting to,
I hope you know somebody loves you, & wants the same things too,
Yeah, this, is my wish.
If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we're all OK
& not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful
& useless in times like these
I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear
My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
& I am never broken
Poverty stole your golden shoes
It didn't steal your laughter
& heartache came to visit me
But I knew it wasn't ever after
We'll fight, not out of spite
For someone must stand up for what's right
'Cause where there's a man who has no voice
There ours shall go singing
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
I am never broken
In the end only kindness matters
In the end only kindness matters
I will get down on my knees, & I will pray
I will get down on my knees, & I will pray
I will get down on my knees, & I will pray
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
& I am never broken
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
& I am never broken
We are never broken
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's mind
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's heart
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's eyes
We are God's hands
We are God's hands
