MY DREAM
by George O. Terry
I dreamed my Father called me home
Across the Great Divide.
I was very much bewildered -
I thought, surely, I had died.
St. Peter met me at the gate.
He said, “Come follow me.
There’s something I must show you
Something you must see.”
There were my great grandparents.
Them I was pleased to see,
But when I walked toward them
They turned away from me.
Then I saw my cousins,
My uncles and my aunts.
They said to me, accusingly
“We didn’t have a chance.
To do the work that must be done
To start us on our way,
To gain for us Eternal Life,
So here we are to stay.”
My father and my mother too,
Were standing far apart.
They looked so disappointed
It made the teardrops start.
I turned and saw my Savior
On His face there was a frown
“I died upon the cross for them
And you have let me down.”
“Behold your noble ancestors
Waiting for the day
When you would open up the gates
To help them on their way.”
My heart was very heavy
As I looked these people o’er
The blinding tears ran down my face
I turned to Him once more.
Then I saw rows of people
Standing in a line.
When I looked them over
They were relatives of mine.
Some among the massive crowd
I remembered well.
Some had lived long years before
I came on earth to dwell.
“Please, blessed Savior, send me back
I’ll make another try,
I’ll do the work for all my kin.
I’m not prepared to die.
I will not miss a single one.
I’m so ashamed, Dear Lord,
I’ll try to do each ordinance
According to Thy word.
Then I awoke – the dream was gone.
I had not passed away,
But I made a resolution then
To start that very day.
Baptisms, Endowments and Sealings
I found there were not a few,
The more I searched and searched,
The more I found to do.
But I will keep on hunting
And searching all the while,
Next time I meet my ancestors -
I’ll meet them with a smile.
