The Restoration
By Robert Fitt
The world sagged and faltered. It’s proud head
Bent, its heart despairing, dark, depressed—and
Man, awash in sin and strife, cried out through
Sobs of hopelessness:
Oh, God, why hast thou forsaken me?
God heard—gross darkness sheared away, and
Through the sudden cleft—Moroni clothed in
Glorious Light burst Forth. He paused, then,
Standing boldly, with golden horn upraised and
Flowing Robes unfurled,
Proclaimed the restoration to a fallen world.
His goldhorn song was glorious: claim the
Atonement! Allow Christ’s wounds to heal your
Own—the song rang forth. And then, as one by one,
The pure in heart joined with the holy choir, they
Sang in praise of God’s great gift to men.
The Church of Jesus Christ restored again!
“I saw another angel, fly in the midst of heaven, having the everlasting gospel to preach unto them that dwell on the earth, and to every nation, and kindred, and tongue, and people.” (Revelation 14:6)
