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| I dreamed my Father called me Home across the great divide, I was very much bewildered For I thought that I had died. Saint Peter met me at the gate, He said "Come follow me; There is something I must show you, Some things that you should see." Then I saw rows of people Standing in a line, When I looked them over They were relatives of mine. Some among that massive crowd I remembered very well. Some had lived long years before I came on Earth to dwell. There were my Great-Grandparents Whom I was pleased to see, But when I walked towards them They turned away from me. Then I saw my cousins, My uncles and my aunts They said to me accusingly, "We didn’t have a chance To do the work that must be done To start us on our way, To gain for us Eternal Life So here we have to stay." My Father and my Mother too Were standing far apart. They looked so disappointed It made the teardrops start. I turned and saw my Saviour On his face there was a frown. "I died upon the cross for them And you have let then down." "Behold your noble ancestors Waiting for the day, When you would open the gate To help them on their way." My heart was very heavy As I looked those people o’er The blinding tears ran down my face, I turned to Him once more, "Please Blessed Saviour send me back, I’ll make another try, I’ll do the work for all my kin Before the day I die." "I will not miss a single one, I’m so ashamed dear Lord I’ll try to do each ordinance According to Thy Word." Then I awoke, the dream was gone I had not passed away, But I made a resolution To start that very day. Baptisms, endowments and sealings, I found were not a few, The more I searched and searched The more I found to do. But I will keep on hunting And searching all the while: Next time I meet my ancestors They’ll greet me with a smile. . |
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