The Mantle and the Burden with Unlocking Mercy

"The Mantle and the Burden"

The mantle falls not where ambition pleads,
But on the shoulders bowed by silent care.
It cloaks the meek with Heaven's weight to bear,
A call that lifts while answering others' needs.

Not crowned in gold, but tried in patient flame,
The faithful serve where no applause is heard.
They build the fold with consecrated word,
Their duty sealed, their hearts without acclaim.

For God entrusts not ease, but trials that prove,
A sacred trust that presses soul to ground.
Yet from that depth arises strength profound,
A servant shaped by covenantal love.

The burden and the mantle are the same:
A heavy grace, a fire in His name.

"Unlock Mercy"

A chain once forged by choices, bold, unwise,
God's mercy waits with key in outstretched hand.
To open hearts and help us understand,
The soul returns when sin no longer ties.

Forgiveness binds what anger would destroy,
A fractured heart will weaken all we are.
To move in mercy is to reach afar,
And hold together heaven’s truest joy.

For Zion must be chosen, not assumed,
A harmony that mirrors heaven’s way.
To isolate is like to disobey,
Our bonds in love by mercy are perfumed.

Forgive as God forgives—with forward grace,
That we, united, might reflect His face. 

Seventh Scroll Revealed as Each Step Towards Zion

 "Seventh Scroll Revealed"

Though some may cry, “The world is lost in strife,”
The Lord speaks truth through number, sign, and flame.
In symbols vast, His visions still proclaim,
All time unfolds within His hand of life.

From every tribe the Lord has called His own,
A priesthood army, set apart, the flame.
All creatures praise; even stars proclaim,
Their spirits echo worship at His throne.

When seventh seal unfolds, the trumpets start,
The grave’s dark hold is shattered by the sound;
The saints arise in glory crowned,
To reign with Christ, their ever-risen heart.

The veil is lifted, mysteries made bright,
As dawn unfolds eternal truth and light.

"Each Step Towards Zion"

Though gold may glimmer, Zion shines more bright,
For what is wealth but trust the Lord bestows?
The storehouse fills with consecrated flows,
When saints, as stewards, walk in sacred light.

Go forth—your help is waiting, path prepared.
A sealed command, the eastward way made clear,
Obedience walks where Heaven draws near,
No questions asked, no choices undeclared.

Trust not the road, but faith to light each mile.
A parchment blank, a whisper guides your hand,
Where hearts obey what Heaven may command.
The Lord delights in journeys free of guile.

So whether led by map or Spirit’s flame,
Each step toward Zion glorifies His name.

Content based upon D&C 77-80

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"What Glory Awaits"

On the fringe of glory lies a place.

A glory of stars for lovers of night.

Beyond the insight of this mortal life.

No visit from Son or Father in face.

The realm between holds fairness in God's eyes.

Peace and happiness but naught to exalt.

World blinds with good and noble to a fault.

For a witness of Christ will get the prize.

For in the garden of Risen is found.

Inherit all sanctified by the Dove.

And fullness of joy eternally wove.

Reigning forever above, round and round.

Though each shall rise to where their hearts align,

The light they choose shall shape their grand design.

Content based upon D&C 76

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 "The Servant’s Path"

Two travelers stride beneath the waking light,
Their footsteps echo truths the trail has known.
An unseen shield surrounds them, softly shown,
Its shimmer bends the arrows mid their flight.

They speak with boldness, not to strive or fight,
But teach with reason, meekness as their blade.
Their words bring truth where mockers dwell in shade
For God defends the humble in His sight.

Though fields lie vast and thorns their hands may scar,
They labor on while trusting in His grace.
The lambs they seek may wander off afar,
Yet still they go—no hour is left to waste.

For those who serve, the storms may howl and rave,
But heaven lights the path of those who brave.

Content based upon D&C 71–75

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