THIS HOUSE OF CLAY

This house of clay grows weaker now
From long exposure and decay
It soon shall crumble back to earth,
It never was designed to stay.

But on the resurrection morn
It shall be raised to life and peace
And then it can no more decay,
Its joys with God will never cease.

Clothed in His perfect righteousness
It shall fore'er remain the same
With undiminished strength and love
'Twill joyously adore His name.

Its timbers shall not shake with fear,
'Twill revel in eternal bliss,
Its walls will ring with endless praise,
O, what a blessed hope is this!

Poem written by Elder Ralph Harris - May 24,1991