The Foot of Zion

At the mountain’s edge

I looked up in wonder at the mist.

How men will climb it to the top

And topple down the others.

 

Men will strive to reach its peak,

When all they need is to set their

Foot upon the precipice.

 

This is why God performs our vows.

He does not want us to climb

To the very top

And knock our brothers down.

 

Our foot upon the holy hill of

Zion

Is enough.

 

Let our thank offering be tents for the needy.

Let our peace offering be to lend to the poor.

Let our wave offering which we wave before the alter always clothe the naked.

Let our drink offering be poured out as a sweet savor to the foreigner.

Let our tithe unyoke the bonds of the captive.

Let our sacrifice be kind words.

 

Let our religion not be to camp in the wilderness

For the sake of selfish gain.

Let our religion be to visit the widow and orphan

In their time of distress—

Lest we scale the mountain

And knock down the lame and crippled

On our ascent.