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My Brother, My Hero

 

 

There down by the whispering trees he lay

The man whose life had passed away

But indeed his soul lived on,

He put his burdens after all

Whenever service made its call

Until his work was done.

 

His life was good, he was content

Although his clothes were ripped and rent

He did not seem to care,

Continuing down the narrowest path

He trudged with pride and not with wrath

Steps ringing true and fair.

 

How did he live, you might just ask

And though small words cannot exact

They seem to put it best,

He lived with trust, with care, with love

With sorrow and with God above

And for it he was blessed.

 

Throughout the tale his work proclaimed

Including no fortune nor fame

He fought a war with peace,

Against the adversary’s sword

With using only prayer and word

An army he defeats.

 

A worthy one, much strength and stature

Gave this man a hint of grandeur

To any passerby,

With leagues of followers in sight

He protects them with all his might

Wherever they may lie.

 

Much love he gave to all mankind

Eternal happiness in mind

For all who’d pay attention,

His lifelong goal to spread goodwill

Was echoed to his listeners, still

Some felt he caused contention.

 

Despite the good he caused in man

There was the world against him then

And they would not give up,

They vowed to kill this humble seer

Destroy the truth he founded here

And remove his bitter cup.

 

After pain then followed trial

Nearly poisoned from a vial

Soon to be in chains,

Led to court down trod and filthy

Charged by men who claimed him guilty

Men who whished him slain.

 

A song reverberates in the jail

Sung with men's tears leaving trails

With “man of grief” instilled,

Soon shots flew through this poor man’s chest

“O Lord, my God!”, and then a rest

The hero has been killed.

 

His people cried, ran to the streets

The Lord Himself I’m sure did weep

Due to the leader’s death,

But though the sadness lasted long

His people stayed forever strong

With never-faltering breath.

 

Who is this man who lived so well,

His purpose time most surely tells

Whose ending was so swift?

Some people know him as their leader

Others say he’s a deceiver

But I know him as my brother Joseph Smith.

 

 

© Copyright 2004 Scott Ryan Manning

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Scott@LDSArtworks.com

 

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