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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. |
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Written By Joan Sowards Singer: N/A Pianist: N/A Recording Engineer: N/A Year: N/A |
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Topics: Temple; ordinances; family history; genealogy; endowment; dead; deceased;
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