A GROWING TESTIMONY
When I was very young, just a tiny child,
I knew Jesus loved me, He was kind and mild,
When afraid I knew He would look after me,
As I look back, this was the start of my testimony.

Most nights I said my prayers, even in a crowd,
Sharing a room, I’d would say them out loud,
Sometimes I’d read the bible before going to sleep,
Maybe a stronger testimony in my heart did creep.

Then I heard of the truth restored in these latter days,
I learned of Joseph Smith and his noble, humble ways,
Read the Book of Mormon and knew that is was true,
Then my sweet testimony of dear Jesus really grew.

Day by day we learn of His kind and loving ways,
Seeking the wisdom needed to guide all of our days,
For a testimony to grow needs to be constantly fed,
Or before long you will find that part of it is dead.

I try and feed my soul where my testimony dwells
With knowledge of God, this surely Satan quells,
The evil one wants to destroy every bright gospel light,
Wants you to stop shining in the dark of the night.

Everyday I’ll learn and read so my testimony will grow,
So my little light will shine, send a ray so bright to show
Some wandering one the right way back to heaven above,
Then so fill another’s heart with our God’s eternal love.

M Ann Margetson November 12, 2001