An poetic appeal to Mormon friends

 

After I got out of the hospital last February, I could write with a pen again. And I wrote and wrote, song after song. It’s funny how easily it all came to me. Even my prose I would rhyme all the time. Anyhow, I have a friend, he was my boss when I worked for Brio. Brio Solar Energy. I went door to door setting appointments for our salespeople to do their job.  Actually it is funny that I enjoyed the job, going door to door. I’m not sure I was great at it. But, Garrett. He was so cool. He is a super motivational guy, not in a over the top loud personality way, but in a, “listen up this is going to be one of the hardest things you’ll ever do but if you press through you’ll be rewarded for it” way. He’s just a cool guy. But, he’s a Mormon! (Brio was started by Mormons and many Mormons work for them… door knocking must get in your blood!) Anyhow… I like him, and I was excited to get to know him and share the Gospel with him, when he moved back to Utah!

I’ve used him as a reference, he’s great… and he’s always been on my heart. I know I only knew him for maybe 6 weeks, but he left a big impression on me, and I hate the thought of him going to hell.

I actually hate the thought of anyone going to hell, I said that to Antonio and cried in the hospital during rec therapy, and he wiped a tear away.

I have a soft spot for Mormons. They are so dedicated but misguided. Zealous but lost.

Mormons do not believe in hell. Not really, they do believe in an outer darkness reserved for those who were Mormons but leave the faith. But for people who just never believe in Mormonism, they just go to a lower level of heaven.  I haven’t studied it extensively, that’s a snippet I do know.

I spoked with Garrett a few times while I was in the hospital. I told him I’m a prophet, and he does believe in prophets, because the Mormon church has a prophet. I read him my revelation, he asked if I’d been abused or anything. But… he wanted me to read the book of Mormon and talk to missionaries, and I wanted to witness to him. But, my brain wasn’t processing well. It was in overdrive, and mom didn’t want me getting brainwashed into Mormonism. So I didn’t read the book of Mormon and haven’t gotten into deep conversations with any of their missionaries yet. I do have an eager pair wanting me to talk to them now, pray for that. I don’t want to talk to them alone, they’ve got two, I need a pair.

Anyhow… I wrote this to share with Garrett… I still need to…

 

Why no hell

It’s since we fell

Free Will You see

Twas Destiny

But God knew too

He has a plan

He has a purpose

He knew we’d fall

He knows it all

He wrote the story after all

Which is exactly why

Jesus Christ had to die

And suffer death and hell

On our behalf

Predestination See He knew

It’s a really cool story

To God be all the Glory

He moves in a mysterious way

This I know

I can share my revelation now

If you’d like

Don’t remember if I did that yet

Don’t know about multiple heavens yet

Would need to see plainly In Bible

KJV Preferably

God has a silly sense of humor

Yesterday he sent a mouse

To scare the crap out of me

Literally

Twas funny wish you could

See the poor mouse on Facebook

Maybe friend request Donna Lane my mom

I’ll try to have her post may take

Persuasion Not always my best skill

But God will move that hill!

 

 

There’s a little more but you get the point. 

Anyhow, sorry it’s taken so long to get a post out. My mom’s helper quit and I’ve been doing double duty which I already have been doing extra and all my boundaries are being violated and pray I can work things out and not blow up. Also I’ve found a few people to help me with deliverance.