Smithmas Hymns and Carols
Posted: Sat Dec 07, 2024 5:11 pm
A Smithmas Ode
by Henry Wadsworth Chat-GPT
In December's chill, beneath starry skies,
We remember a prophet, both humble and wise.
Joseph, the dreamer with visions untold,
A seeker of wisdom, a gatherer of gold.
The peepstone glimmered with mysteries divine,
Revealing the heavens, the stars' ancient sign.
Kolob, the distant, where spirits may roam,
A beacon of hope, a celestial home.
With angels descending, their swords all aflame,
A commandment was given, both blessing and shame.
"Take many wives, let the covenant grow,
This path is your burden; the heavens bestow."
The papyri of Egypt, with glyphs to translate,
Held promises veiled in symbols ornate.
From Kirtland's green hills to the Nauvoo divine,
The Safety Society's dream began its decline.
Through triumph and trial, his story unfolds,
A prophet, a man, with ambitions so bold.
Oh, Smithmas, we gather to ponder and sing,
Of seers, of angels, and wonders they bring.
So light every lamp, let the firelight glow,
For the legacy lingers in hearts that still know.
Through flaming swords, peepstones, and visions so grand,
Smithmas reminds us of this chosen land.
Kudos to Everybody Wang Chung at Discuss Mormonism
by Henry Wadsworth Chat-GPT
In December's chill, beneath starry skies,
We remember a prophet, both humble and wise.
Joseph, the dreamer with visions untold,
A seeker of wisdom, a gatherer of gold.
The peepstone glimmered with mysteries divine,
Revealing the heavens, the stars' ancient sign.
Kolob, the distant, where spirits may roam,
A beacon of hope, a celestial home.
With angels descending, their swords all aflame,
A commandment was given, both blessing and shame.
"Take many wives, let the covenant grow,
This path is your burden; the heavens bestow."
The papyri of Egypt, with glyphs to translate,
Held promises veiled in symbols ornate.
From Kirtland's green hills to the Nauvoo divine,
The Safety Society's dream began its decline.
Through triumph and trial, his story unfolds,
A prophet, a man, with ambitions so bold.
Oh, Smithmas, we gather to ponder and sing,
Of seers, of angels, and wonders they bring.
So light every lamp, let the firelight glow,
For the legacy lingers in hearts that still know.
Through flaming swords, peepstones, and visions so grand,
Smithmas reminds us of this chosen land.
Kudos to Everybody Wang Chung at Discuss Mormonism