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.
