The Temple

Shining brightly,
pure and white.
What beauty it shows.
The mountain of the Lord.

The peace it brings ,
and with love and joy,
that we enter,
to bring that joy to all.

For the dead,
who can not do the work themselfs,
hope and wait for us.
They wait for us to find them.

EVERY MEMBER IS A MISSIONARY!
Missionaries to the world,
and to those, who are in the spirit world.

How great our joy,
when the living are brought into the fold.
And yet without those that came before us,
we can not be saved.

Let us press on,
with the work of God.
For no other joy is greater ,
than that of doing the right.

I love to see the Temple!
Although I may be young,
it is in this time,
that I must prepare.

I must prepare to go,
receive the covenants that await me.
Yet I can only do so ,
if I live righteously.

Chose the right!
The greatest guide in our lives.
Fast pray and read the scriptures,
prepare to be pure when the time comes.

The day soon awaits that i can go,
to the mountain of the Lord.
And reach the top.

I've started to climb.
I'm not quite there.
I still have more to learn more to live.

The journey is hard,
yet I know it's worth it.
Going down is easy,
but the climb back up would be even harder.

Chose The Right,
Endure To The End,
and Return With Honor
my friend!

I'll see you later on this journey
and may it be,
there in the mountain of the Lord,
standing dressed in white.
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