Gordon B Hinkley was our Prophet. Our Generation. He spoke to us.
He was someone we looked up to, some one we admired and someone we listened to.
He was a great man. I am grateful to have been alive when he was prophet.
I am, of course, very sad he is gone, but I know where is and I know he is happy.
I will try to be more like him and patiently await the day when I will get to shake his hand and say thank you.
Prophetic Passing
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.
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.
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.'
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.
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.
Anna M. Molgard
January 27, 2008
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