Mosiah 2:6 -- "And they pitched their tents round about the temple, every man having his tent with the door thereof towards the temple . . . "
My door towards the Temple, my face towards the light;
my spirit is climbing up from the dark night!
My compass, O Lord, help me keep to True North,
to the House of the Bridegroom that joy may come forth!
Cathedrals and stupas, though dazzling grand,
are only the work of man's unsteady hand.
Thy dwelling place no mortal fist may decree,
until it is sanctified wholly by Thee!
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