Against the world, a man is born
To fight and win with armor worn
The victory cry is his desire
A destiny fulfilled with fire
And so while young a boy is taught
That one's success cannot be boughtWithout the struggle and the strife
For blood, and sweat, and tears are life
His muscles stretch, they're firm and
sore
Prepared to fight the righteous warIf he can train with strain and stress
He surely will achieve his quest
He must do more than others can
If he'll succeed and be a manCommitment, dedication, soul
All effort to a single goal
Eliminate unfocused work
And all unchanneled effort shirkForsake the rest, abandon all
Unless he does, he risks a fall
And then the battle is arrayed
And now his skill will be displayedWith firmness now he grasps the foe
With ready balance for the throw
The match proceeds and training's pay
Confounds the foe and thwarts his wayThe power's smooth, the movement strong
To prove the adversary wrong
So grip and throw and grasp and shove
This battle isn't won with loveIntense and rigid, tight and sure
With taut emotion he'll endure
It even helps to hate a mite
To foil the adversary's fightFor certain victory can't be won
Until an all-out effort's done
And then a small and slight mistake
Gives the foe his needed breakAnd now his clutch of awful woe
Is focused on a headlong throw
The hero reels, his vision blurs
The focused training's all astirIt was so quick and skillf'ly done
It's over fast, the foe has won
Another battle soon will come
A new opponent known not fromA given place, or clime, or state
Yet aiming for a similar fate
And how will now the good man plan?
Is this foe more than just a man?
Will sweat and effort win the day
Or can there be another way?
What is the price for victory here?
Can work alone dispel the fear?Of failure and defeat and rout
How will the villain be ripped out?
A young man's face is rendered wet
The tears do come amidst his fretHow can this awful victory win
When all his work was free from sin?
The air is still, a quiet voice
Proffers now a different choice“There is a way to vanquish strife
And win rewards enriching life
Each battle fought severely sore
Does not become the total warVictory's guarantee is love
Sought from the Father up above”
How can it be, where is the way?
This can't be how to win the dayThe hero has not yet been taught
To win without his effort fraught
The voice again begins to teach
“The triumph's well within your reachBut only as you make your plan
Conform to His, the Son of Man”
And now what is this wondrous plan
That makes a boy become a man?Just how can heaven mold a lad
To win the prize he's never had?
“Rewards are many, but there's one
That's worth them all, when all is doneThe Lord, your master, came to show
Eternal life should be your goal
All worldly strife He has endured
Life beyond death, He has ensuredThe pain, and sweat, and blood of work
He made no effort e'er to shirk
And yet He showed a better path
To conquer opposition's wrathLift up your sight, look higher still
And focus on the Father's will
Just give yourself to Him above
And let Him show you how to loveIt conquers fear, and strife, and woe
It conquers all that's here below
It takes a heart that's keen to hear
His whispers felt, not heard with earA soft approach, not harsh, provides
A better way to make life's strides
A gift to young men built for love
That fits him like a molded gloveThe Lord gave man, because he could
A service gift, that's called Priesthood
It's given to protect and care
And make life good and shun despairWithin it man can find his role
And move directly to God's goal
When magnifying Priesthood right
Our yoke is easy, burdens lightAnd how the adversary runs
The Priesthood power's force he shuns
So now about the worldly war
It's time to let His victory soarAnd when His will is done, there'll be
A win that's for eternity.
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