"Orders in Holy Trust"

With two orders each bound in holy trust.
Distinct quorums create, in council stand.
The voice of saints gives weight to rule at hand.
From Adam flows ancient lines is a must.

Three will now preside as their voice as one.
And Twelve will bear the weight of this nation.
Seventy will go out in their station.
Quorums are a balance for all to run.

The people's voice secures each call in teams.
Faithful, righteous, meek hands will guide each helm.
When pride takes root, power fades in that realm.
Heaven's rule is only by gentle means.

The voice of God, a whisper, now resounds,
Through these meek servants, on eternal grounds.

Other lines not used:
The higher brings crowns of eternal kings.
The lesser guards the gate at the surface.
With each office marks a path of service.
Each holds keys that unlock all hidden things.

Content based upon D&C 106-108
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