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.
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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