Pioneers My people were Mormon pioneers. Is the blood still good? They stood in awe as truth Flew by like a dove And dropped a feather in the West. Where truth flies you follow If you are a pioneer. I have searched the skies And now and then Another feather has fallen. I have packed the handcart again Packed it with the precious things And thrown away the rest. I will sing by the fires at night Out there on uncharted ground Where I am my own captain of tens Where I blow the bugle Bring myself to morning prayer Map out the miles And never know when or where Or if at all I will finally say, “This is the place,” I face the plains On a good day for walking. The sun rises And the mist clears. I will be all right: My people were Mormon Pioneers. ––Carol Lynn Pearson
"The fundamental principles of our religion are the testimony of the Apostles and Prophets, concerning Jesus Christ, that He died, was buried, and rose again the third day, and ascended into heaven; and all other things which pertain to our religion are only appendages to it."