Clara Lewis Jennings
Must I, behind locked
doors, forever wait,
While you, who are on
earth, procrastinate
Work which would set
me free?
Must I cry out,
unheard, forevermore,
And wait, in vain,
behind this bleak, barred door
Because you would not
see?
Must I, who once held
loved ones tenderly,
Stretch out my arms
through all eternity
While others move
ahead?
Must I not know the
joy of being sealed,
By this great power God
has now revealed,
Because you failed
your dead?
When I dwelt on the
earth as mortal man,
The Lord had not
revealed his gospel plan,
Which I accept as
true!
I would have done my
own work had I known,
And would not now be
waiting here alone,
Depending so on you!
Please hear my voice
before it is too late,
For you, and yours,
will one day share my fate,
If you heed not my
plea.
For God has spoken in
this latter day,
Commanding you to
open up the way,
To set your kindred
free.
For in your day, the
Lord has plainly said
That no man can be
saved without his dead,
And so, I call once
more;
As I must look to my
posterity,
So must they also
have the need of me.
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