He Listens! Poem by Robert Stoddard

I walk forward, like “Nephi of Old”,
knowing only of this task I’ve been told.
I’m dimly hopeful of the path I walk,
so I bend my knees and humbly I talk.
Then I’m replied with trembling tears
that warms my heart and soothes my fears.
I know in my heart, but it’s not my voice,
a sweet new color flows from my choice.
Chains broken, and weights I drop.
The pains in my back suddenly stop.
I mourn no more, so I say unto you
worry no more, yea, trust and go do.