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More poems about Temple worship
CLOSER TO THE MASTER
I longed to get close to the Master,
have Him as my friend,
Feel His arms around me, know on
Him I can depend.
Then I found the way to come to
know my Jesus more,
Go to the temple often, feel Him waiting
for me at the door.
Getting close to Jesus is a wonderful
thing for all to do,
While serving in the temple you
feel His deep love anew,
From the baptistry to the sealing room,
He is always near,
He wipes away your sorrows and
diminishes all fear.
As we act as saviours on mount
Zion He understands
We are helping fulfill all the blessing
that He planned
For all the people of the world,
work we can do
In the walls of the temple then His
love within will swell
Then those around you will say, they
know the Master well.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 8 September 2004