Like the Change of a Light

Like the change of a light
Our children leave us behind
And though they are out of sight
They are never out of mind

We are left with memories
And, also butterflies
We hunger for their stories
And worry over cries

But, if they have heard us pray
And we have born a witness
Even though they're far away
They know of God's kindness

May they write upon their hearts
What e'er the Spirit whispers
For there God's will imparts
Great comfort as it stirs

May their soul hunger
And cry out loud oft
May they know what's tender
That their hearts remain soft

We feel this urgency
Because families link
Forever we're meant to be
And, danger's always on the brink

And if there be a tragedy
The worst would be from sin
But, in the dust of humility
May a conscience prick within

May a search for mercy call them back
With a desire for cleansing
May they return on the right track
As though loving arms they are sensing

President Henry B. Eyring
Write Upon My Heart
Ensign, November 2000, 85