In the shadows of the canyon
A ward took on it's name
As a place holy to land on
New members moved in and came
The sacrament meetings were sacred
With talks sweet as an Ensign
The Savior was near... we were fed
We felt gathered by design
The spirit could not be denied
As we loved one another
Never was I dry eyed
In this ward like no other
Then... a call was made to all
To serve in the Lord's vineyard
Each able stood up tall
And, shared the fruits of this ward
If we're to become divided
It would strengthen us but more
For as a stake we're so united
With blessings rich in store
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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