By: Ardis E. Parshall - May 03, 2012 Restoration By William Mulder Perhaps I’ll never see the Father face to face,But I have bowed my head where Joseph kneltAnd, moving lips in silent prayer, have feltThe quiet rapture of that sacred place. The trees in their familiar whisperingsBore witness, and the very atmosphereConfirmed what I dared only hope before:I felt the truth the inward vision brings. The glory of the grove still light...
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