MY DREAM
I dreamed my Father called me home
Across the great divide.
I was very much bewildered,
I thought surely I had died.
St. Peter met me at the gate,
He said, Come follow me
There is something I must show to you
Something you must see.
- Then I saw rows of people
- Standing in a line,
- And when I looked them over,
- They were relatives of mine.
- There was my great grandparents,
- Whom I was glad to see
- But when I walked toward them,
- They turned away from me.
- Then I saw my cousins,
- My uncles and my aunts.
- They looked at me accusingly,
- And said we never had a chance.
- To do the work that must be done
- To start us on the way
- To gain for us eternal life,
- So here we have to stay.
- mother and my father too
- standing far apart.
- looked at me disappointed,
- made the tear drops start.
- I turned and saw my Savior,
- His face there was a frown.
- died upon the cross for them
- you have let them down.
- Behold your noble ancestors
- Waiting for the day
- you to open up the gate
- start them on their way.
- heart was filled with sorrow
- I looked these people oer.
- blinding tears ran down my face,
- I turned to Him once more.
- Blessed Savior, send me back,
- make another try.
- do the work for all my kin,
- Im not prepared to die.
- will not leave a single one,
- so ashamed dear Lord.
- do every ordinance
- According to your word.
- I awoke, the dream was gone,
- had not passed away.
- I made a resolution
- start that very day.
- Baptism, Endowments, Sealings
- found were just a few.
- more I searched and searched
- more I found to do.
- I will keep on hunting
- searching all the while.
- Next time I meet my ancestors,
- Ill meet them with a smile.
Anon. Taken from the www 23 July 1999
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