Death before us every day,
The lights of men as they
Going out we watch and see,
fading glow of what could be.
spark divine, they bank with pride,
No light or love will abide.
Wandering with no will to shine,
They walk to death and think their fine.
Dim and faint, then finally still,
Their light gone, Satan’s will.
Unkindled mercy no power to see,
The God of Israel who set them free.
Written by Michelene Glasson
"And now for this cause, that ye may not be destroyed, the Lord has sent his angel to visit many of his people, declaring unto them that they must go forth and cry mightily unto this
people, saying: Repent ye, for the kingdom of heaven is nigh at hand; And not many days hence the Son of God shall come in his glory; and his glory shall be the glory of the Only Begotten of the Father, full of grace, equity, and truth, full of patience, mercy,
and long-suffering, quick to hear the cries of his people and to answer their prayers. And behold, he cometh to redeem those who will be baptized unto repentance, through faith on his name.Therefore, prepare ye the way of the Lord, for the time is at hand
that all men shall reap a reward of their works, according to that which they have been—if they have been righteous they shall reap the salvation of their souls, according to the power and deliverance of Jesus Christ; and if they have been evil they
shall reap the damnation of their souls, according to the power and captivation of the devil." Alma 9:25-28