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A SPIRITUAL FEAST
Once again with a spiritual feast we have been
truly fed,
As we helped serve in the temple the living
and the dead,
A peaceful respite from the busy rushed
world outside,
The joy we feel whilst in the temple is hard
to hide.
Nothing there to mar the spirit that does
freely flow
Everywhere in the temple that you need
to go,
Calm and serenity can sooth the heart
and mind
And you can leave all worldly problems
far behind.
Happy smiling faces with eyes bright
with love
All feeling the radiance come from
heaven above.
For the temple is His home on this
lovely earth
That is why it is a place of the greatest
eternal worth.
(Millicent)Ann Margetson 7 May 2006