Saint Journey

A man named Smith restored the truth
He spread the good Lord’s word
Some who believed and followed him
Most said it was absurd
Followers were persecuted
In not one state but four
In each state they thought they were done
Yet there was more in store
First they began in Ohio
The residents said no
They next decided Missouri
Again they had to go
Finally Joseph was murdered
What else could the saints do?
Then go to Utah with Brigham
Where then they could live true
Their feet were red and bare and sore
But they kept up their strife
They dragged themselves o’er rough terrain
They dreamt of greater life
They starved and froze and weakened so
And died for their belief
Eventually they reached Zion
And there they found relief

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