I sat in front of you
In Relief Society
This morning as we sang:
“More holiness give me”
I was faltering in my
Search for the harmony.
My voice quivered and slid:
“More strivings within”
Timid in my weakness,
Your confident alto
Was my steady cue:
“More patience in suffering”
You kept me secure through the
Counterpoint; I was grateful
Not to be alone:
“More sorrow for sin”
You were graciously in tune.
I turned and was startled
To see who you were:
“More faith in my Savior”
Smiling, assured, you sat there,
A familiar sister-friend
Whom I had pitied:
“More used would I be”
But His grace had sanctified
Your soul’s dark wrenching
And left you peace-brilliant:
“More blessed and holy”
Now yours was the sure song,
A still-sustaining testament
Echoing God’s mercy:
“More, Savior, like thee.”

[photo] Photo illustration by David Stoker