So this week I was having Emotions™ about injustices in Church history and how they're never discussed in American history classes. Because of this I felt the need to write a song about some of those injustices done to the early Saints. Much of the content was taken from first-hand accounts of the incidents, and the final verse is based upon Joseph's account of the First Vision in Joseph Smith -- History. I call it "Hear Him."
A little boy asleep in bed
Dreams of summer in his head
But the peace of the night is broken in attack
Fire sears and screams are heard
His mother weeps, his father's burned
By the heat of the tar and mockery on his back
Listen to his story
Listen to his tears
Listen to the song that history forgot to carry through the years
Hear him
A quiet eve, a flag of truce
Weary from the year's abuse
But the foreheads of brass spilt innocence that night
Sanguine mist in autumn skies
Mangled men in blood baptized
While their wives turned to God, hearts broken and contrite
Listen to their story
Listen to their tears
Listen to the song that history forgot to carry through the years
Hear them
Our blood and tears cry to the Lord
We're slaughtered by sweet Freedom's sword
With the pains of Hell we've been pursued
And though we freeze and weep and die
Our faith's a candle burning bright
The story that we share, we know is true
A little boy awake in bed
Questions running through his head
So he prays in the grove for wisdom and a guide
A pillar shines with heavenly light
Two persons there adorned in white
And one said, pointing to the other by His side,
"Listen to His mercy
Listen to His love
Listen to the song the angels sing of my Only Begotten Son
Hear Him!"
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