The Whisper of the Olive Tree

In quiet moments, under the Olive Tree's shade,
a whisper reaches out to touch both you and me,
Powerful yet gentle, it beckons us to light the way,
a call to mend, to heal, and to set captive souls free.

while the dawn fades out golden rays in each new day,
We talk life where souls are searching for signs above,
Our hands' a vessel of Master's soft mercy,
And in hearts beat echoes on His boundless love.

We stand still 'til His return, that fields are wide and deep,
Joyfully, we labor harvesting the peace we'd tried to keep.
This sacred end, and quest, where spirits soar,
Serving the Lord of lords forevermore.

And above we gaze heaven, witnesses our sacred need,
our words as balm of peace, so rare and gracefully sown.
We reach out in gentle hands, with each mindful deed,
Truth and hope takes its root in our hearts, now fully grown.

Inspired by the "Olive Tree", Book of Mormon Soundtract.