Signs of the Times

We live in a day
Of mobility.
Those planted to stay
are a novelty.

In our region
There's a drought of growth.
First, there's less children,
Then less youth, then both.

Though this was foretold,
Our faith has not ceased.
From youngest to old.
Our faith has increased!

As programs combine,
We increase travel.
We lengthen our stride,
As signs unravel.

We can reflourish
Roses can blossom'
As Asians nourish-
They're twice as awesome!

The Spanish now band
They, too must regroup.
Now mighty they stand.
Their faith will not droop!

And, to our surprise.
From San Francisco.
The Tongans now rise.
And, among us grow!

That which once dazzled
Mesmerized, intrigued.
If we are frazzled
Is uninspiring.

The Savior's return
Comes with signs, wonders.
Each heart's with concern.
Each mind now ponders.

He's soon at the doors
The heavens prepare.
Midst trembles and wars,
There's storms everywhere.

The time, none can know.
But, here's our refuge.
Our oil must grow.
Midst drought or deluge.

And we've been counseled.
To gather our things.
Our food is barreled.
Once we've been counseled.
Saratoga springs!

-President Hodgman