SITTING WITH MY DAUGHTER IN THE TEMPLE
A crisp November morning and I park outside the gate,
My choices won't permit me to go in.
My tears, a combination, of happiness and pain,
So much to say....so where do I begin?
The Choir, singing softly, offers solace to my soul.
Repeat the words again, "Be still...Be still..."
And I close my eyes imagining, as sun comes shining in,
And I'm sitting with my daughter in the Temple.
I know someone is guiding you each step along the way,
Her heart is pure, her testimony strong.
And mortal beings and heavenly beings rejoice with you this day,
So grateful to this family you belong.
So I pray that you are smiling, and that you feel self assured,
For you have chosen Heavenly Father's will.
And although I can't be with you, I hope some day to be,
Sitting with my daughter in the Temple.
Each life is filled with extraordinary moments,
A tapestry that only God can see.
And in the dark, dross places, our Savior intercedes
with a perfect blend of justice and mercy.
and A soul that feels exquisite pain, can feel exquisite joy,
looking forward to a lifetime to fulfill
Every sweet, eternal moment, Like the one I'm having now,
As I'm sitting with my daughter in the Temple.
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