This is a poem by a dear friend of mine Shanna Hugie she wrote it in the Book of Mormon Gallery-LDS conference Center
His face was on the ground.
Sin's dust down in his lungs.
He hadn't seen a sunrise
Since he became undone.
His choices took him far
Down a road of grime.
Still...he could there remember
A peaceful other time...
Was it just fake memory
When he had seen his Father's face
Or...did it really happen
Another time...another place
Was it far too late
For him to find the way
Or, did he see there waiting
Two beings on that day.
He looked and saw the hand
Of mercy reaching out
With justice by her side
Still...he was full of doubt.
Then...he heard a prompting
"My son...you can come home.
Just reach toward my justice
And mercy will be shown."
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