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More poems about Working in the Temple
YOUR LAST DAY
Your last day at the temple,
many a sad farewell,
Many friends have been made,
now at home to dwell
Your last time working in the
wonderful house of the Lord ,
The last time in awhile before
you hear each sacred word.
Take away the memories,
treasure in your heart,
Knowing you have served
the Lord, done your part
To spread the gospel to
those beyond the grave,
Worked hard four days a week,
of time and talents gave.
Remember all the friends
and all that you have learned,
Think of all you have done
and the gratitude earned,
May the time spent in the temple
ever stay in your heart,
Remember friends like this are
forever and will never part.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson July 2, 2003