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President Hinckley

I imagine he's running to Marjorie now,
> Yes, running, not waving his cane.
> I see him embracing his father and mother
> While they keep repeating his name.
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> I see him now meeting his forebears,
> Brother Brigham and Joseph are there.
> Sweet reunion of prophets, united by service
> That only such noble men share.
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> I see him embraced by the Savior
> While Father says, 'Good and well done.
> So faithful in stalwart endurance, I welcome
> My noble, most excellent son.'
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> I then hear the ripples of laughter
> As he says the reception's just fine,
> But he hopes that he'll get an assignment or two
> Since there's no need to waste any time.
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> I can hear his clear voice in the stillness
> At the close of this sweet Sabbath day,
> Have faith and move forward - there's work to be done.
> President Hinckley would want it that way.
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> Anna M. Molgard
> January 27, 2008