Messengers traveling through the night,

Sent by Nephi, was the prophet’s name,

To spread the word to our village

That the risen Lord to them came.

We too now were invited

To travel through the darkened night

And join Believers in Bountiful

That we might see this wondrous sight.

“You must come quickly,” was the plea,

“There is no time for delay,

For the Savior said He’d return

To visit us again this day.”

What should I take? Am I prepared?

Am I worthy in His sight?

Who shall stay to guard the flocks?

So little time in dark of night.

Along the trail I often stumble,

The flickering torch gives shadowed light,

My eyes are heavy, my feet sore,

But I trudge onward through the night.

Will He really come to the Temple?

Will my simple faith sustain?

Does our guide truly know the way?

Will my journey be in vain?

The dawn approaches through dim skies,

The Temple is within my view

Bathed in rays of sunrise glory

Clothed in heaven’s radiant hues.

In meekness the disciples gather,

Calling on all to kneel and pray,

Then with light brighter than sun,

My Lord appears that holy day.

Today the centuries span between

That event by prophets told,

When Jesus appeared to Nephites,

“Other sheep” of His fold.

I too am traveling through the night,

In a dark world full of sin.

When will Christ come to us?

When will the Millennium begin?

I know not how long the road

‘Til that Blessed Day will come,

When faith reveals knowledge pure

Of God’s Only Begotten Son.

I may stumble along the path,

But if I follow the prophet’s light,

I will someday see His face,

If I keep traveling through the night.