And we did travel and wade through much affliction in the wilderness . . .
First Nephi. Chapter Seventeen. Verse 1.
I meet with deep afflictions as I travel to my home;
it makes me eager to find rest and loath to further roam.
The wilderness I'm facing grows more devious and steep;
and sometimes in my weakness I can do no more than weep.
What draws me ever onward as through hardships I do wade
is the love I feel from Jesus, even though I may have strayed.
There is no army ever marched to better martial airs,
there is no mountaineer that ever climbed more rocky stairs,
than those who travel with me to our place of final peace --
a Throne that never falters and provides but sweet increase.
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