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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