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Rebekah Salmond

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

11 poems·Since July 2018
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Temples

July 29, 2018

Nauvoo a beautiful place,

I marvel with my face.

White walls,

that stand so tall.

Pure as gold,

the temple so bold.

Chandlers sparkle the room,

for the bride and groom.

Bend back under the water,

I feel close to my Father.

Pictures all around,

I love how they surround.

Closer to my God, 

as I stare in awe.

Gods creation is beautiful,

my God is bountiful.

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