MISTS OF MORN
Did you see the temple shrouded in the mists of morn?
Did you see the spire raised high awaiting the dawn
Of another day? Did you enter through the door?
There be blessed and comforted as the Saviour you adore

Did you think for one moment at the break of day
That you may come and worship, and in the temple stay
Just for a few short hours? Helping someone find the light
As you worshipped in this temple, that stands for right.

Were your thoughts far away as you did earthly things?
Instead of reaping the blessings that the temple brings.
The time is far spent, for He will come to us one day,
Will you be in the temple? Or will you be far away?

Sometimes I feel discouraged, and my heart is sad
That others have not found things that make them glad
Within the walls of the temple, but need other things
To fill their life with pleasure that worldly things bring.

Awake O Saints and enter through my doors today,
Let your feet be led, let your heart show the way,
Do not leave me empty pleading for saints to come,
Come forward, serving boldly and say, “Thy will be done.”

M Ann Margetson © September 2, 2000

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