In ancient lands where prophets trod, A record etched on plates of gold, The Book of Mormon, truth untold, A saga whispered by the breath of God.

From Nephi’s pen to Moroni’s hand, A tale of faith, of trials, and grace, A people’s journey through time and space, Their voices echo across the promised land.

Golden leaves, inscribed with care, Bear witness to Christ’s redeeming love, His visitation, like a gentle dove, To souls who sought His light, their hearts laid bare.

Jared’s descent, the Tower of Babel’s fall, Alma’s conversion, Helaman’s call, Amidst wars and visions, hope stands tall, The Book of Mormon, a celestial thrall.

Three witnesses, their eyes beheld, The ancient plates, the sacred script, Their trembling hands, the truth equipped, A testimony forged, unyielding and compelled.

Eight more voices, in solemn accord, Testify of Joseph Smith’s sacred role, The plates, like sun-kissed coins of old, A legacy of faith, a testament restored.

So let us read these golden pages, Seek wisdom, solace, and divine light, For in the Book of Mormon’s radiant might, We find a bridge to eternity’s stages.

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