Prayer of a Wanderer
By John W. Stansfield
Softly,
Over the long miles,
I hear the muted call of
Thy trumpet;
It recalls to my weary heart,
The quiet solace I found in
The peaceful valley of the
Saints of Zion;
Oh, Moroni, blessed one,
Guide me back to thy people,
In the shadow of
The everlasting hills of home!
(1954)
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Nice. Is, of course, a bit dated as Zion has started to cover so much more of the world, but the sentiment is still just as real — that of longing to find the way home. Thank you for sharing.