AT THE DEDICATION
Everyone sat waiting, not a sound was heard,
An occasional cough, but not a single word,
Hushed and sacred was the feeling everywhere,
A feeling that part of heaven’s hosts were there.

Miles away we waited too for the prophet to stand,
It seemed that God held us in the palm of His hand,
No one was impatient, the right time would come
For the ceremony to begin, the battle at last won.

The singing made tears of joy and love flow free,
Angelic, humble voices singing in perfect harmony,
From the soft sound of muted voices wafting high,
To majestic notes of great triumph rending the sky.

As the testimonies given, spoke of the truth and light
That spirit filled each soul with heaven’s glory bright,
When the dedicatory prayer was powerfully said
An incredible feeling surrounded every bowed head.

Then the great Hosanna Shout with hankies of white
Waving, like a flock of pure white doves taking flight
Heavenward bound with a message of praise and love,
Ascending with in grace to God’s courts up above.

I am glad that I watched in our meetinghouse small,
And saw the dedication, felt the spirit descend over all,
Saw the building so gloriously rebuilt with pure love,
We all knew it was accepted by our loving God above.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson June 28, 2002