Hanna's Song

After our summer vacation which included church history stops from Nauvoo to Salt Lake, Hanna wrote this song.

THIS IS THE PLACE.
From a sick bed, he knew it.
From miles traveling west.
From hunger, sickness and despair, he knew it.
From death, complaints and murmurings.
From cold, heat and labor.
He knew it to be.

This is the place. This is the place. This is the place.
Can you feel it, this is the place?

From the prophet of the people.
From women to men.
From weary travelers from near and far, they knew it.
They knew it, and they rejoiced saying,

This is the place. This is the place.
Can you feel it, this is the place?

They found the place.
They found the place, and we say,

This is the place.
This is the place.
This is the place, can you feel it?
This is the place, Hallelujah, this is the place.