"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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