"What Glory Awaits"

On the fringe of glory lies a place.

A glory of stars for lovers of night.

Beyond the insight of this mortal life.

No visit from Son or Father in face.

The realm between holds fairness in God's eyes.

Peace and happiness but naught to exalt.

World blinds with good and noble to a fault.

For a witness of Christ will get the prize.

For in the garden of Risen is found.

Inherit all sanctified by the Dove.

And fullness of joy eternally wove.

Reigning forever above, round and round.

Though each shall rise to where their hearts align,

The light they choose shall shape their grand design.

Content based upon D&C 76

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