Two Temples

By: R. S. Presidency

A builder built a temple,

He wrought it with grace and skill,

Pillars and groins and arches

All fashioned to work his will,

And men said as they saw its beauty,

"It never shall know decay,

Great is thy skill,

O builder!Thy fame shall endure for age."

A mother built a temple

With infinite loving care,

Planning each arch with patience,

Laying each stone with prayer.

None praised her unceasing efforts,

None knew of her wondrous plan

For the temple the mother built

Was unseen by the eye of man.

Gone is the builder's temple

Crumbled into the dust,

Low lies each stately pillar

Food for the consuming rust.

But the temple the mother built

Will last while the ages roll,

For that beautiful unseen temple

Was a child's immortal soul.

HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!!!!!