The cloud of apostasy
Covered the earth
Then, young Joseph's inquiry
Stirred a rebirth
Which of the churches was right?
Stirred a heated row
His bosom yearned for light
He read to pray to know...
We will never forget
What he both saw and heard
The spirit won't let
For prayer was answered!
A fire burned within his soul
The restoration is here!
He never abandoned his role
He would not cave to fear!
Yes, no prison door could stop
The glad message his to bear
As a martyr he was shot!
But, his vision we still share
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