There Is Life After Death
By Alan on Aug 16 in Blog tagged after death, Alan Osmond, beginning, brothers and sisters, death, earth, endure, Father, flesh and bones, George and Olive Osmond, God, God's plan, good and evil, happiness, Jesus Christ, life, loved ones, not die, not end, passed on, physical body, poem, progression, resurrection, reunited, righteous, spirit, spirit world, spiritual body, step forward, Suzanne Osmond, the way, unrighteous | 3 Comments on There Is Life After Death
There Is Life After Death
Death is not the end. Death is really a beginning—another step forward in Heavenly Father’s plan for His children. Someday, like everyone else, your physical body will die. But your spirit does not die, it goes to the spirit world, where you will continue to learn and progress and may be with loved ones who have passed on.
Death is a necessary step in your progression, just as your birth was. Sometime after your death, your spirit and your body will be reunited—never to be separated again. This is called resurrection, and it was made possible by the death and Resurrection of Jesus Christ. 1 Corinthians 15:20-22
In the spirit world our spirits will have the same form as when we lived on the earth with bodies of flesh and bones. We will look as we do here. We will think the same way and believe the same things as we did here. Those who are righteous in this life will still be righteous. Those who were unrighteous will still be unrighteous. We will have the same desires after we die as we had while on this earth.
God is the Father of our spirits. We are created in His image. We have a divine nature and destiny.
Before we were born, we lived with God, the Father of our spirits. All persons on earth are literally brothers and sisters in the family of God.
Our life on earth has purpose. Coming to earth is part of God’s plan for us to gain a physical body and learn to choose between good and evil.
Our Heavenly Father sent His Son, Jesus Christ, to be our Savior and show us the way to live according to God’s plan.
Following God’s plan for us is the surest way to find happiness and endure life’s challenges.
Our lives will not end when we die. Our future lives are determined by the way we live our lives now.
I have been thinking about this today and wrote this poem for my wife, Suzanne Osmond.
“When I move
On . . . . with my
work and glory . . .don’t be
Long . . . just finish
up your story . . . cause I’ll be
Waiting for You . . . .
Praying for You . . . my
Love . . . . .
. . . . . . Life goes
On . . . . we will
live forever . . . where we be-
long . . . . we’ll build a
World together . . . . . . . faithfully
Waiting for you . . . . Making our
dreams come true . . . my
Love . . . . . .”
Alan Osmond © 2014
“For the law was after a carnal commandment,
to the administration of death;
but the gospel was after the power of an endless life,
through Jesus Christ, the Only Begotten Son,
who is in the bosom of the Father.”
ACLU Sued This Judge For Displaying The Ten Commandments
By Alan on Sep 20 in Blog tagged abortion, ACLU Sued Judge, Alabama, America, America the Beautiful, displaying the Ten commandments, forgive us of our sins, God, goless judges, government, Judge Ray Moore, kill a baby, poem, poisoned, practice law, Pride, strip right, stripped of his judgeship, turn from Gods teachings | Comments Off on ACLU Sued This Judge For Displaying The Ten Commandments
The following is a poem written by Judge Roy Moore from Alabama.
Judge Moore was sued by the ACLU for displaying the
in his courtroom foyer.
He has been stripped of his judgeship and now they are trying to strip his right to practice law in Alabama!
The judge’s poem sums it up quite well.
America the beautiful,
or so you used to be.
Land of the Pilgrims’ pride
I’m glad they’ll never see.
Babies piled in dumpsters,
Abortion on demand,
Oh, sweet Land of Liberty
your house is on the sand.
Our children wander aimlessly
poisoned by cocaine
choosing to indulge their lusts
when God has said abstain
From sea to shining sea,
our Nation turns away
From the teaching of God’s love
and a need to always pray
We’ve kept God in our temples,
how callous we have grown.
When earth is but His footstool,
and Heaven is His throne.
We’ve voted in a government
that’s rotting at the core,
Appointing Godless Judges
who throw reason out the door.
Too soft to place a killer
in a well deserved tomb,
But brave enough to kill a baby
before he leaves the womb.
You think that God’s not angry,
that our land’s a moral slum?
How much longer will He wait
before His judgment comes?
How are we to face our God,
from Whom we cannot hide?
What then is left for us to do,
but stem this evil tide?
If we who are His children,
will humbly turn and pray;
Seek His holy face
and mend our evil way.
Then God will hear from Heaven
and forgive us of our sins,
He’ll heal our sickly land
and those who live within.
But, America the Beautiful,
If you don’t – then you will see,
A sad but Holy God
withdraw His hand from Thee.
~~Judge Roy Moore~~
“Give therefore thy servant an understanding heart to judge thy people, that I may discern between good and bad: for who is able to judge this thy so great a people?” 1 Kgs. 3: 9
Enjoy Your Special Day!
By Alan on Jun 21 in Blog tagged Enjoy your Sipecial Day, friends are like stars, poem, some things we keep, The Family, theFamily | Comments Off on Enjoy Your Special Day!
ENJOY YOUR SPECIAL DAY
Their marriage was good,
their dreams focused..
Their best friends lived
barely a wave away.
I can see them now,
Dad in trousers, tee shirt and a hat
and Mom ina house dress;
lawn mower in his hand, and dish-towel in hers..
It was the time for fixing things.
A curtain rod, the kitchen radio,
screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress.
Things we keep.
It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy.
All that re-fixing, eating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful.
Waste meant affluence.
Throwing things away meant you knew there’d always be more.
But then my dad died, and on that clear summer’s night,
in the warmth of the hospital room,
I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes
there isn’t any more.
Sometimes, what we care about most
gets all used up and goes away
So ..While we have it
…its best we love it … And care for it ….
And fix it when it’s broken
… And heal it when it’s sick.
This is true …For marriage … And old
cars … And children with bad report cards
… Dogs and cats with bad hips
… And aging parents … And
grandparents, aunts and uncles and friends.
We keep them because they
are worth it, because we are worth it.
Some things we keep.
Like a best friend who moved away
or a classmate we grew up with.
There are just some things that make life important,
like people we know who are special …
And so, we keep them close
in heart and mind and spirit.
Good friends are like stars …
you don’t always see them, but
you know they are always there.
“No man also having drunk old wine straightway desireth new: for he saith, The old is better.” Luke 5: 39
Heaven On Earth
By Alan on May 26 in Blog tagged Alan Osmond, George and Olive Osmond, heaven on earth, poem, The Family, theFamily | 1 Comment on Heaven On Earth
A poem I wrote to my parents
who gave me a
“Heaven On Earth”
I wrote this poem right after my Father, George V. Osmond died and went to heaven to be with Mother, Olive D. Osmond, again!
TEXT VERSION: (Requested by my sister Marie!)
A poem I wrote to my parents
who gave me a “Heaven On Earth”
We all dream of Heaven
Where all will be made well.
And those we love will gather
What stories we will tell.
Of times we spent together
And challenges we won.
How hard times made us stronger
And love . . . made us one.
Well, I went to Heaven
And this much I can say
It was all that I had hoped for
But, it was just another day.
You see . . . We all keep dreaming
For Heaven . . for what it’s worth
If we knew now . . what we’ll know someday
Our Heaven’s Here on Earth.
I hope to make each moment
Every breath and step I take
Become that place called Heaven
On Earth . . for Heaven’s Sake!
By: Alan Osmond
Suzanne Osmond – The Mother Of Eight Sons!
By Alan on May 08 in Blog tagged Alan Osmond, I'll Never Stop Loving You, mother, Mother's Day, poem, Suzanne Osmond, The Family, theFamily | 3 Comments on Suzanne Osmond – The Mother Of Eight Sons!
On the airplane as we were flying home yesterday, I wrote this poem to my eternal partner. She’s my wife and the Mother of Eight Sons!
Suzanne Pinegar Osmond.
I’m in love forever
Come rain or shine, whatever
I know she’s there for me . . .
Any age, a time, or season
No need to be a reason
I’ll be with her . . and she will be . . . with
The day our eyes first met
Was one I’ll never forget
It’s like I knew her from somewhere . . .
I’m always thinking about her
My life is nothing without her
I know she’s sent . . . from heaven up
The day my arms did hold her
I kissed her lips and told her
My heart had found . . . the one . . . that I
Nothing in this life matters . . .more
Than you mean to me
I wouldn’t trade life’s treasures . . . for
As far as eye can see. . . When
I got you . . . I got everything . . . that
There could ever be . . . what
More is there than your love . . . that you
Gave to me?
The day you said you loved me . . . and
When you said, “I do” . . . was
When my heart confirmed to me . . . that our
Love was surely true.
You were made in heaven . . . and you
Know . . . just what I’ll do . . . I’ll
Never, Ever Stop . . . Loving you . . . I’ll
Never stop loving . . YOU!
(c) Copyright 2011
For The Family