What more can yet be said, Of Lord, of Hope, of Prince? What more remains to hear Of parables and prints?

How many times, how many ways Another year the same? This stone is worn from countless feet, Yet one more church campaign.

The sacrament, “please bless this food,” To sing a known refrain. Each day anew to speak the same, Yet mean it more than when last came.

As in that prayer, with Jesus there, In Third Nephi Nineteen, Where Jesus prayed, then prayed again As them and God’s between.

What words He spoke, we do not keep, Nor all He uttered then; Yet still He taught us how to live: Return, and do again.

And if eternal days are built, Of Sameness sanctified, Then forever only comes, Through common made sublime.