If all the words that the prophets spake
Were shouted aloud… would the people wake
To know the Gospel is restored to man
Divinely spoken, to be lived again
As it was long ago in this great land
This Word was spoken in the days before
Thus it was given to men of yore
Whose hearts were afire
And whose lives were inspired
To do all things that the Lord required
To a chosen few the Gospel comes
With the sound of trump, and the roll of drums…
But rather it is, in a still small way
In the dark of night…. or the dawn of day
When you look at your soul with an honest heart
Led by the Spirit…and encouraged
to start up the road to God’s Kingdom…
and a way of Life
Above and beyond this earth’s dark strife
Glimpsing Eternity, and the joys of love
We’ll share with Our Father in the realms above
It is my prayer that the Saints will be
A living example for the world to see
No words speak louder than the deeds we do
The Gospel is spread….by me…by you
So...Rise up…My Brothers and Sisters all
WE must answer the Spirit’s call
And say with Christ…God’s Holy Son
“Not my will…but Thine be done”
© Helen Spencer Schlie
original notes 1960/1961
Baptized 17 June 1961…Pontiac Ward... Detroit Stake
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