And again, when they thought of their brethren who had been slain by the Lamanites they were filled with sorrow, and even shed many tears of sorrow."
I know not what to think, when sunshine follows rain,
when evil follows good, when fitness follows pain.
To me the world's confused, the mix of good and bad
is bunched like wheat and tares, like colors in a plaid.
Complexity is not my fancied cup of tea;
I have no answer pat for ambiguity.
O make me unafraid, thou God of all Design,
to see this tangled web as something more divine.
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