2 Nephi 7: 11 -- "Behold all ye that kindle fire, that compass yourselves about with sparks, walk in the light of your fire and in the sparks which ye have kindled. This shall ye have of mine hand—ye shall lie down in sorrow."
The weary waste before me lies in darkness I can't pierce;
full of midnight prowlers and of creatures cruel and fierce.
To kindle sparks by my own hand in such a lightless land
is to leave my bones to molder on the rotten sand.
Great inner light is needed; I must have it from the Lord,
if obscure plains I am to cross and sullen rivers ford.
The darkness beckons only fools who think to hide their sin;
their embers of regret will build no saving blaze within.
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