Morning LightAs the sun rises above the purple mountains,
It hits the shining white towers.
The mist rises,
And a garden of beautiful paradise is revealed.
Tiny flowers of such delicacy bob and weave
In a gentle breeze that carries a fragrance of pure delight.
As you follow the stone path,
You reach two oaken doors.
This is the house of the Lord, my Savior and God.
By Laila Wilcox & Kirstin Glenn
Laila, that is beautiful! You and Kirstin did a fantastic job!
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That is so cool! You guys are awesome.
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I shared this with my seminary class today and they were ALL very impressed. You and Kirstin did a beautiful job. I was very moved. I'm so glad that you can recognize the spirit when you go to the Temple.
ReplyDeleteLove, Grandma :-)
This is so beuatiful, little lady! Good job. I hope to read more. Love you! (And I'm so excited you got to go to the temple!)
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