Mountain of the Lord’s House
If God stretched forth His hand
to touch the earth,
the mountain’s snowy summit
would gleam like golden trumpets.
If He walked upon His footstool,
the pinnacles of this place
would resound with the lightning
of His presence.
Solid granite would split apart
like a broken heart and fountains would
flow down through alpine meadows
to water desert flowers.
If here He spoke to man
the wind of His voice
like soaring eagle wings would
encircle His people with power.
Together they would proclaim,
This is His House!
And that all people who shall enter upon the threshold
of the Lord’s house may feel thy power, and feel constrained to acknowledge that thou hast sanctified
it, and that it is thy house, a place of thy holiness.
(D & C 109:13)