Alma 58

Our next goal was to rescue the city of Manti, but there was no way we could lead the Lamanites out of the city. They remembered what we had done before. We chose to wait for more help and supplies from Zarahemla. I sent a messenger to the governor of our land to inform him of our needs.

While we waited for supplies from Zarahemla, the Lamanites were getting many men and supplies each day. They tried to destroy us many times by tricks. We waited for many months, even until we were about to starve.

We did not know why we were not sent more supplies and men. We began to fear that the judgments of God should come on our people. We poured our souls in prayer to God for Him to strengthen us and save us. The Lord spoke peace to our souls and gave us great faith in Him.

We took our small army against the Lamanites in the city of Manti. I had hidden Gid’s men in a place on the right and hid Teomner’s men in a place on the left. I kept the rest of my army in front of the Lamanites. When they saw we were not strong, they brought their whole army out. When they almost reached us, I ordered my army to retreat.

The Lamanites chased us with great speed. We led them beyond the hiding places of the men of Gid and Teomner. The men of Gid and Teomner then rose up from their secret places and captured the city.

We turned our march to the land of Zarahemla. When the Lamanites saw we were marching to Zarahemla, they were afraid and began to retreat back.

By now it was night and they pitched their tents. The chief captains of the Lamanites thought they had driven our whole army out of the land. They did not think about the city of Manti. My men did not sleep, but marched at night by another way back to the city of Manti.

On the next day, when the Lamanites returned, they saw we had taken back our city. They were amazed and struck with so much fear they ran away into the wilderness.

So today, we have all our cities. God has given us victory. But we still do not know why the government has not sent us more men and supplies.

This is written late in the twenty-ninth year. My brother, Moroni, may the Lord, our God, favor this people and give you success in rescuing all our lands and people. I am Helaman, the son of Alma.