Life has been busy to say the least, but I want to keep different things on the blog every once in a while. So for today, here is another poem, and there may continue to be a few poems here and there.
Longing for the Prophet Joseph
To listen to the Prophet Joseph’s voice—
If so an option, my very soul would cry out;
My knees would tremble at the very thought of the choice,
And all the time, my heart would shout.
For how many men in all the earth’s time
Have had such an impact on the whole human race
As he, the prophet of this dispensation sublime,
Who saw God and Christ, face to face?
His was the calling, as Moses of old,
To bring Israel the word of Jehovah the Great;
A man much like Peter with revelation untold—
Man of the Savior—bound by fate.
His works were grand and his teachings not few;
Through him God brought forth the very Gospel restored.
His name has traveled to every nation, imbued
With truth which has been oft implored.
Joseph no longer walks across the land;
His voice is no longer upon the earth to be heard,
But the work of God that he wrought will forever stand:
The Kingdom of God here on the earth.
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