The LDS Missionary (Virgo)

The struggles lasted only a few weeks,

I went through them alone,

I know there's a purpose to the struggle,

I believe in Christ's light that through the night shone.


How much time in your busy schedule do you make for Him?

The Gospel is truly the solution,

Rick's identity was stolen and he lived in anger,

Christ led Rick to a peaceful revolution.

 

What a wonderful opportunity we have,

The shepherds knew it, Christ brings peace,

I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ,

John 27: 1--"Let us enter into our heavenly lease."


Am I a Mormon?   I am today,

I believe in the divine baby who is fussing and whose mother carries her away.

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