Becomes a Man

-a day of confession*

My son goes to the high place
to lay his burdens by,
to give away his sins to know Thee.

You and I,
mother mortal and Father God
have watched the path
his feet have trod...
we've walked along
and stepped aside,
we've picked him up,
we've prayed,
we've cried...

And now he kneels
on hills Thy hands hath made
and at the rocky altar
sheds his sins
like so many thin, crackling
worn-for-too-long skins.

The Heavens rain tears of joy.
The sun smiles down upon
what used to be a boy.

He stands up
unafraid.

This is the day
the Lord hath made.

*D&C 74:7