And it came to pass that he departed into the wilderness. And he left his house, and the land of his inheritance, and his gold, and his silver, and his precious things, and took nothing with him, save it were his family . . .
First Nephi. Chapter Two. Verse 4.
Getting on in years, I find
wealth and status ain't aligned
with the ease my heart does crave
from the dark and lonely grave.
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The wilderness of life is real;
it breaks you on its ruthless wheel.
And gold and land are helpless things
that do not give me saving wings.
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But when I know my children sleep
in peace and safety, then I weep
with joy and love and tenderness --
they make life's blows a soft caress.
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