The Holy Temple
The final line in each stanza is taken from a promise given in my patriarchal blessing regarding the temple.
I cast my troubles to the floor
As I pass through the golden door,
Forgetting every trial and fear
For there is only comfort here.
Wearing white, and within clean,
My spirit soaring, my heart serene,
I here rejoice in all I do.
“And this shall be a joy to you.”
Silence sweet around me falls.
My quiet feet the saviour calls
And to his side I hasty tread.
Arms open wide, he offers bread
Of life, and hungry I partake,
One among those blessed who make
Covenants and promises true.
“And this shall be a joy to you.”
Humbly in this sacred place
Where heaven and earth in joy embrace
I serve dear ones that we may be
United in eternity.
My father’s house, this Temple pure
Is where I find His blessings sure
And where I feel His love anew.
“And this shall be a joy to you.”