By: Ardis E. Parshall - January 15, 2019 The Temple15 By Ivy Houtz Woolley Gray spires that point into the blue,Grand edifice it stands.The builders sleep; peace be to them;White robed, and folded hands.Gray spires that point up to the stars;Around their granite tipsA thousand prayers float every dayFrom faithful, trusting lips.Gray spires that point up to God’s throne,Great fingers mark the wayThat leads into the shining sphereWhere g...
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