"Zion's Humble Rise"

A council stands on twelve who hold the line.
Each voice speaks truth, with balance held in trust.
Their unity defends what’s fair and just.
The Spirit moves where sacred paths align.

Though Zion weeps, the light begins to grow.
Obedient hearts prepare to take their stand.
The prophet calls to gather faithful band.
The Lord of Hosts protects from every foe.

No steward claims what none were meant to own.
They settle debts with hands weighed true and clean.
The poor are blessed, and Zion’s wealth is seen.
Each act of care is seed that Zion’s sown.

When hearts unite, the temple flame will rise.
Peace crowns the land where humble souls are wise.

Content based upon D&C 102-105

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