Heaven's Reach

At times, silence teaches of heaven’s trust.
Iron bars can’t cage a covenant heart.
Power bows to purity, it does part,
For the meek's unseen scepter will adjust.
 
For if the pit is deep, so is His reach.
Every sorrow bends toward God's glory.
Lowest descent holds the highest story.
Enduring all will divinely bless each.
 
Truth can be spoken, even if in chains.
For through small acts it moves eternal hands.
Justice waits; for patient hearts will have plans.
Light works best when steady hands remove stains.
 
In broken hours, heaven builds its reign.
The faithful rise, made whole through holy pain.

Content based upon D&C 121-123

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 "Gathered as One"

When trumpets sound, the veil of night will flee.
The earth shall rest, her labors all complete.
No pride shall stand, no haughty soul compete.
The Lamb shall reign in perfect majesty.

Within the hush, the meek shall hear His word.
Their names are carved upon the living stone.
The fire refines what once was flesh and bone.
In Zion’s light, one faith, one heart is stirred.

Let nations wake, their sleeping hearts arise.
The field is white beneath the dawning flame.
The Bridegroom calls, the pure shall bear His name.
Each vow restored, each soul made wholly wise.

The lost are found, their joy forever sung.
In Him all worlds are gathered and made one.

Content based upon D&C 115-120
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 "The True Prize"

With heavy debts you just want a buy in,
for you'll find it's not silver as you scroll.
For it weighs down your hands but not the soul.
It's not coin but souls gathered to Zion.

Now The Lord's voice is clearer in bowed hearts.
The Word shall be carried past every shore.
As tongues rise to meet truth forevermore.
Obedience is the crown that outsmarts. 

Christ stands as the one everlasting stem.
Which bears all the fruit and no storm can fell.
Where roots unseen feed his kingdom so well.
As the rod springs forth, Zion overwhelms.

The true prize is Christ's reign that can't be bought.
For righteousness is the end we have sought.

Content based upon D&C 111-114

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 "Cleansed Walls, Endless Flame"

With hands lifted, these stones as our altar.
Cleanse these hollowed walls with that fire unseen.
As we purify our own walls, so clean.
As shelter, refuge to never falter.

Forgive dust that clings to our weary feet.
Raise a wall of angels round about these.
Turn prideful arrows aside from our knees.
Make holy a shield to block bad we meet.

Send from here trumpets clothed in endless flame.
Let nation borders fall before this wind.
Give weight to these voices that might be pinned.
Gather Israel homeward to take its claim.

Let saints arise, a thousand tongues proclaim.
The King returns, the world shall know His reign.

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Remember the exile, the beggar, the wanderer.
Let Zion glow as a lamp in the dusk of nations. 
Shake earth awake for the King's return.
This house, this people, this work, forever yours.

Content based upon D&C 109-110
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