Only Her Name in the Wind

The house is still, the clock won’t chime

No footsteps now, no spoken rhyme

But every room still holds her grace

Every mirror knows her face

I open windows just to feel

If heaven’s near, or if it’s real

Sometimes it’s quiet, sometimes it’s thin

And I hear her name in the wind

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Only her name in the wind remains

Soft like the whisper of temple veins

She’s gone ahead, but not too far

She’s just behind the veil we part

I feel her near when the Spirit speaks

In sacrament silence and mountain peaks

And when the boys kneel down again

I hear her name… in the wind

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She bore her cross with no complaint

Taught me faith without restraint

Her temple clothes were laid with care

Like angels folded them right there

And though the grave holds only stone

Her soul ascended, not alone

Sealed in the house the Lord designed

For hearts that never stay behind

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Only her name in the wind remains

Like the echo of eternal flames

She’s gone ahead, but not too far

She’s just behind the veil we part

I feel her hand when the children sing

When we read of Zion and angel wings

And when I weep, I feel again

Her name… in the wind

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“For Christ hath broken the bands of death…

And the spirits of the righteous shall rise, clothed in glory, to dwell forever in the presence of God.”

(— Doctrine & Covenants 138)

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Only her name in the wind remains

But I know we’ll meet again one day

And when the Savior lifts the veil

And calls the faithful through that trail

She’ll be there with her flower crown

And I’ll rise up, and lay mine down

To walk with her once more again

Not just a whisper…

Not just the wind

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“Until we meet again… sealed in Christ.”