How does a young boy, farmer, son of the Smiths Joe and Lucy,
walk in the middle of an untrodden spot amongst a  grove of trees
by kneeling and appealing as he saw fit, grow up to be a hero and a prophet?
The boy prophet, like his father was not a scholar
Got a lot farther by pondering much harder
By questioning those smarter, by being a self-starter By fourteen. They placed him on track to become a martyr.
And every day while souls were being scattered abandoned to sway, They’re tossed in waves, he knowingly kept his guard up.
Inside, he was longing for something to be a part of. The brother was ready to kneel, pray, ask God and ponder
Then a darkness overcame, as the devil tried to claim Our man saw his future drip, dripping down the drain.
But a new light gave him fight, two personas bright as flames, And one called out his name, a testimony gained.
Well, the word got around, they say, this kid is insane, man. Tells the other churches they got pieces, not the whole plan.
Preach out this glad message, and to everyone proclaim. And the world is gonna know your name. What’s your name, man?
Joseph Smith the younger.
My name is Joseph Smith the younger.
And I’m sent to share this book with you.
This can’t wait, this can’t wait.
He gave us fruits that we can test, we needn’t guess, the bible hinted. Few years later, see Joseph and the Book of Mormon’s printed.
Instead, of just using the bible to end on.
The Book of Mormon clarifies some doctrines we depend on.
Establishing the church, same church we had in ages past. Guided by the spirit, the Mormons start growing super-fast.
A voice saying Joseph, you can’t do this by yourself. He started calling missionaries, crossing continental shelves.
This book is about a people who wanted to follow God. A compass showed them where to trod, hold tight to that iron rod.
Built a ship just to skip from the old world to the promised land. All while dealing with some brothers that would never lend a hand
Writing on all of the plates they could get their hands on. Telling of the future of the continent they stand on.
They’re the other sheep who were not of that land. Passed along on golden plates from Mormon’s hand.
Nephites Came to the promised land (This can’t wait) They built up cities in the promised land  (This can’t wait)
The Savior came to this promised land
This new book (Blue book)
This can’t wait.
Joseph Smith the Younger
We are forever in debt to you.
You would never back down. 
Why did they take you in your prime?
Oh, Joseph Smith the younger,
When the whole world sings for you,
Will they know what you sacrificed?
Will they take Moroni’s advice?
The world will never be the same. (oh)
The mob is in the Jailhouse now,
That door is not gon’ stop ‘em.
With faces painted black they stop in just to pop ‘im.
His enemies destroyed his rep but we have not forgot him.
We followed him.              Me, I died with him. 
Me, I trusted him.              Me, I loved him.
And them, 
They’re the dumb fools that shot him.
And I came to share this book with you
And it can’t wait
What’s your name, man?
Joseph Smith the younger!
