The Temple (Poem)

By Mary M. Cardon

The temple is the house of the Lord
A place where the faithful wed;
And Saints on earth do temple work
For their kinfolk who are dead.

The baptismal font is a beautiful sigh
Filled with water warm and blue,
It rests on the backs of twelve oxen grand
Made of bronze and a golden hue.

Then after I have been baptized,
I will be privileged to go
Into the waters of that sacred pool
For those souls who lived long ago.

All that is done in the temple
Is done with prayer and love.
It strengthens our family forever,
And pleases our Father above.