I’m expelled, but still remember
My greenhouse garden start.
I have put away my itching ears
But not my hungry heart.
When Father’s servants minister,
I break forth in praise.
The doctrines of the priesthood
Fill, distil, amaze.
I accept your men with open arms,
And will submit to no other—
But I am also looking for messengers
From Mother.
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