"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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