This is just a poem that I wanted to write. Christmas is coming, and I wanted to write a poem about how it must've looked like for the Nephites.


Behold, I give unto you a sign; for five years more cometh, and behold, then cometh the Son of God to redeem all those who shall believe on his name.

And behold, this will I give unto you for a sign at the time of his coming; for behold, there shall be great lights in heaven, insomuch that in the night before he cometh there shall be no darkness, insomuch that it shall appear unto man as if it was day.

Therefore, there shall be one day and a night and a day, as if it were one day and there were no night; and this shall be unto you for a sign; for ye shall know of the rising of the sun and also of its setting; therefore they shall know of a surety that there shall be two days and a night; nevertheless the night shall not be darkened; and it shall be the night before he is born.

- Helaman 14: 2-4


The First Year

The first year passed quickly

After the Lamanite came.

The promise remained steady

Such as the pouring rain.

Some people had doubts,

Which was expected,

And them who had fears

We left not neglected.

The Second Year

The second year was longer

With more and more confusion.

People began to preach

The prophecy was but an illusion.

"There is no merit," they cried,

"In the word of a Lamanite."

I still believe that

Samuel was right.

The Third Year

The third year was painful

And full of regret.

Many their feet

On the wrong path had set.

The Robbers of Gadianton

Had long since took power.

Their desire to kill us

Increased every hour.

The Fourth Year

The fourth year, in few words,

Was incredibly bad.

Many had lost their faith

And it left them sad.

The Robbers of Gadianton

Had grown very bold.

They had given Satan

Their hearts to hold.

The Fifth Year

Five years had passed

Since the Lamanite came.

The Robbers of Gadianton

Wished to put us to shame.

They said if the sign

Doesn't come in time,

They will have our heads.

Help us, Those Divine!

April 6, 1

With Nephi, our prophet,

We spent the day in faith.

Kneeling in Zarahemla,

Asking God to keep us safe.

The sun began to set

And it began to grow dark.

When Giddianhi was about to slay Nephi,

What happened next caused him to miss his mark.

The sun was gone, yes,

But it was still light.

Like midday, it was,

The star shone so bright.

It remained that way through the night,

Protecting us who stayed true.

The next time the sun rose,

Everyone knew

Christ the Savior would be born that day.

Emmanuel, The Mighty God,

Wonderful, Councillor.

Now we must hold to the iron rod.