No one noticed as she stood by the door
All dressed in white, For this was her day.
No one there could know how anxious she felt
for her turn at the veil, then to be on her way.
For she had waited hundreds of years
for someone to find her name
and have the ordinances done.
And someone had come, And this was her day.
No one noticed others standing near the door
Longing in their hearts for their very own day.
No one there could know how anxious each felt
for their turn at the veil, then to be on their way.
For they had waited hundreds of years
for someone to find their names and have the ordinances done.
But no one had come,
They still wait for their day.
And they're still waiting, waiting, waiting.
Written By Joan Sowards
Recording Engineer: N/A
Topics: Temple; ordinances; family history; genealogy; endowment; dead; deceased;