Little remnants of thought
Where do they come from?
No matter how hard fought
Minds can't be made numb
We've no drug or disease
To completely erase
Nor will time appease
All we've likened to chase
The twisting of doctrines
And shading of laws
Have led to darkened skins
And torn murmuring claws
We've the Preach My Gospel
It is for all the earth
May knowledge soon pool
Unto cleansing and rebirth
Come and bask in the truth
And in the pure sunlight
Where fountains yields fruit
As thoughts turn to what is right
Studying the gospel is like- Catching a double rainbow; Each drop of wisdom reflects light- Hinting there is more to see and know!
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