And may the Lord consecrate also unto thee this land, which is a most precious land . . .
2 Nephi 3:2
On this consecrated ground, preserved by Deity,
I struggle to possess my soul in perfect harmony.
I'm pulled by innuendo and the falsehoods of great men;
I'm pushed into a corner like a child in a playpen.
I know this land is precious, for the Lord has made it so --
I yearn to keep it treasured and protected from skid row.
Please give me strength, O Lord of Hosts, to battle ever on
until I've conquered all my doubts and see in thee the dawn!
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