I heard this poem, author unknown, in sacrament meeting from a return missionary, and loved it so much that I needed a copy out their for all to hear. Enjoy!
I heard about the Savior
while at church and in my home.
He’s the one who conquered death, they said.
The King of heaven’s throne.
They told me that He cured the deaf
The dead through Him were raised.
He’s the Lord we worship, they went on,
the Lord we love and praise.
They told me that He taught the truth.
He loved and healed the sick.
But helpful as those facts may be,
they didn’t do the trick.
For the Savior that I’d heard about,
whose words I thought were true,
was just someone I knew about
but not someone I knew.
So I began my journey
out to know the King of men.
He lived for me, apparently,
then died and lived again.
I prayed for signs and visions.
I sought to see His face.
I regret to say I doubted Him
and almost stopped my chase.
Then I stumbled upon Him.
I found the Son of man.
Tho I feared I must warn you
it wasn’t how I planned.
But as my faith was tried,
as I sought to see His face,
I found it in what has to be
the most unexpected place.
See, as I kept His commandments,
as I followed in His ways,
as time went on I noticed
something different in my face.
He changed me step by step
and at long last I came to see.
He was helping me know Him
by putting more of Him in me.
See, as you use His power
to make a change within,
you will come to know the Savior
by becoming more like Him.
Then, when you look in the mirror
you’ll see what His power can do.
And you’ll come to know the Savior
since His traits will be in you.