“Nephi’s Prayer on the Eve of Christ’s Birth (See 3 Ne. 1:10–15.)” New Era, Aug. 1987, 22
Oh God, thou everlasting Father,
How long must I wait
As the wild earth waits?
I wake to dark-born morning,
Bowed in my wilderness where
Heart shreds against winter grass
For those eyes that sear with searching
The zenith sun, believing.
I would bear my cry on wings,
Seek skies in white quest and find—
Yet words slide into shadows
Gathered by stones.
Come, come—fold heaven’s love in flesh,
In star, in that day and night
And day which shall be
One, as if there were no dark.
Let not upturned eyes
Hoard blackness like these stones;
Stay earth’s thrust towards night—
But now—now the sun’s wake swells with
Voice and light:
“On the morrow I come,
I come into the world …”
Oh, lift to see the sign—
Star-rise in my wilderness.