The events of this poem actually happened on several different sundays.
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1 Today in church I have friends. Brotherly love is felt here. I am again a member. for some years I have not been. A son and his own family 3 Little things seem significant.. My sustaining hand is raised to the square as Bart's granddaughter and her husband became workers with children in the primary. 5 I think of my tithing and putting my name in the place where for many years I put Vivian's I was not allowed in my name to give to God my income's tenth. 7 remembering His bruised flesh, His blood on the garden sod. Relief Society had watched, as I partook of the emblems remembering Christ's great love. 9 Afterwards Martha, our Relief Society President, put a hand on my shoulder and witnessed her watching of this sharing. I can again bear testimony. 11 I start to stand and walk forward. Another member is faster. Giving thanks for her heritage and this great land of freedom. I am next. I feel butterflies. 13 I thanked God's special servants, especially my Bishop. I thanked the ward, my family, my spouse whom I hurt deeply I thanked my Savior, my Friend. 15 Perhaps my testimony helped the spirit in that meeting. I know our ward well though and they always find a way for God's spirit to bless us all. 17 my story of rebaptism. My son could not attend. I wished to share with him. As he read he cried softly. It's Princely to cry spiritual tears 19 I do not feel great or good. Indeed I am an addict. somehow though if I give my pride, my will, to God and seek His wants I deserve His love and caring.

2 motion for me to sit with them. we're sitting in the chapel, a granddaughter, her parents, my spouse, a son, and a daughter. Heartfelt feelings are inside.. 4 Last Sunday Vivian and I had said prayers, her opening and me saying the closing prayer. As spokesman a simple thanks and a Plea for God's spirit. 6 I now pay tithing in my name and partake of the sacrament. In gratitude for atonement. I remember my Savior. He suffered that I might live, 8 A daughter, Camella, who sat between Vivian and me feelingly hugged my arm and smiled. She is so sensitive to my joy and tears trickling down my cheeks 10 It's a testimony meeting, my first since I was rebaptized. I silently pray to God that I will be inspired to say what I feel in my heart. 12 It's been over 15 years since my testimony in a ward. I explained how I had missed the small things I could not do because I was not a member. 14 Because of Christ's sacrifice, even someone like me has hope. He lives. This is His true Church. Pres. Peter Communicates directly, and with counsel okayed my baptism. 16 Erin and Camella both told of God's goodness and love for me. Of how they had learned from me. As Erin sat beside me I shared my journal entry, 18 Members warmly shake my hand. I feel caring and love. I am a member of God's Church I am worthy of such joy I have been cleansed by water. 20 I now accept myself and say, "I am not alone in God's house."