BUS LOADS
I wonder if heaven would watch if a bus load came from the east,
All excited to visit the temple to work and have a spiritual feast,
They would sing songs of Zion as they travelled the great highway,
Inviting the spirit to be with them as they travelled through the day.
Temple workers would greet them, rejoice, give praise to God above
That all these saints were willing to show their great everlasting love.
The temple would be so busy as many more patrons willingly came,
All willing to serve those now gone beyond the grave is very plain.
The same from the north and west as well, open night and day,
Maybe this will not happen until after the great millennial day,
But those who serve wait every shift for the busses to arrive,
One day this will happen and we hope we can all survive.
I know heaven will be watching to bless those who come and serve,
Even if there are only a few they get the blessing they truly deserve,
Smile down those in heaven on our temple this day and, just maybe,
Bus loads will come and set hundreds of captive folks quite free.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 16 July 2005