LONELY TEMPLE

The temple, stark against grey sky, looked forlorn,
Quite lonely, with no one waiting at it’s doors at dawn.
No grand amens are heard in heavens gracious halls,
For the temple is not busy, hardly anyone ever calls.

Yet the blessings are boundless to those who attend,
As they serve those departed, so they may ascend
From prison to paradise, and eternal blessings sweet,
Being freed at last, many friends and loved ones greet.

They wait with patience, in pain of unanswered prayer,
Hoping their work will be done, someone be there
To open the gates of heaven, so they may enter in
And so meet their Saviour, who saved them from sin.

Seek to turn the key for those now long gone,
Make sure they have a chance, their work done.
Will you meet smiling faces on the other side?
Will you bow your head in shame, your face hide?

Would you turn away a starving neglected child? No!
Watch someone being beaten by a strong heavy blow?
But we needlessly let many wait in endless great pain
Until we make up our minds to go visit the temple again.

M Ann Margetson August 6, 1999 ©

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