The High Road – poem

[Jenny SmithParticipant]

As daughters of God, we pray to stay on the high road.

When the dust settles it won’t matter which car we drove.

We pray that we’ll find our own bit of divinity.

It may make a difference to all eternity.

With body, spirit, and mind our paths on the high road.

To reach the vistas it will matter which way we drove.

Our Father rules o’er the earth, and thus He’ll hear us pray.

We strive for excellence and there’s help along the way.

Our prophet taught us there’s modesty on the high road.

We need to obey for there’s tragedy some will know.

He calls for high morals. He calls to each girl and boy.

He humbly asks we not think him as a killjoy.

A one-time false move- carelessness can leave a deep scar.

Our prophet counsels that we need to raise our bar.

Some stumble and fall when the storm comes and it descends.

We must seek shelter, wisdom and good friends.

When heavy laden, the Lord offers to give us rest.

At times of distress our Lord`s pillar star is at breast.

His way is easy and his path is peaceful to trod.

With faith there’s a beacon a light towards our God.

Though lonely at times, there is safety on the high road.

There’s vistas plenty to stop and check where next to go.

And when there`s mistakes temptations can take us off track.

Our father knows us best he’ll help us to get back.

-Based on a talk by President Hinckley

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