On my mind.....

The balcony

Laurel, the second eldest
She takes pride in her post,
Then comes Elizabeth,
Twins! give her a toast.

Number four, that's Pricilla
Went to school and traveled a bit
Camille, a smart Alic?
No, I prefer a whit.

Who is number one?
We Miss him like crazy
He is one we all love
But his life is a bit hazy.

We reach out and hope
It seems he doesn't care
Keeping just out of reach
But we musn't forget the power of prayer.

That day we four stood
On the balcony in white
Looking down on our parents,
Whispering,
One more to bring to this height.

I've been his biggest critic
In anger i've spilled with disdain
Repent I must, to be worthy to save
His precious soul to free from stain.

Moroni 7:33 has taught
We have been given the power
Through our faith we can save
And give his spirit a shower!

Tears will fill our eyes
And sorrow fill our souls
If action is not taken
To save him from the firery coals.

So sisters, pray hard
Bring him home to forever be
Fast long and be dilligent
Complete our eternal family

Our earthly parents will be so proud
Oh how happy the day will be
With ALL five dressed in white
Standing on the balcony.