Echoes of Humble Devotion

Through trials fierce, the faithful Saints pressed on, 
Though mocked and scorned, they heeded still the call, 
For God had whispered, "Rise, fear not the fall," 
His light would break before the night was gone. 

The word of God became their guiding flame, 
Through sacred lines, His voice would still impart, 
A strength to calm the fear within the heart,
Through priesthood hands, the weak were healed the same. 

When voices raised in praise unite as one,
The soul takes flight on hymns of sacred sound, 
A gift from heav’n where melodies abound, 
Through women’s hands, the Lord’s great work is done. 

So walk in faith, let courage light your way, 
For God sustains the humble hearts that pray.

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Content based upon D&C section 23 to 26