Standing Upon the Gospel Sod

Standing upon the gospel sod
I took hold onto a rod
And partook of the whitest fruit-
Purely the love of God

Searching afar I looked to see
Members of my family
Only some answered my anxious call
They partook quite happily

Then, in the distance laughter was heard
In mocking tones, they whispered
Some of my family left, now ashamed
And I in sorrow am deeply stirred

I know not how long they will be gone
I just know where I belong
And mournfully want them back
And would to not hear that worldy throng

pondering Lehi's dream