In the heart of Provo, a cherished landmark stood,
The temple known to many, a symbol of good.
Fondly called “spaceship” and “cupcake” with glee,
It cradled the hopes of a faithful community.
Yet, in the cycle of life, change takes its place,
As the old must give way to new grace.
The Provo Utah Rock Canyon Temple ascends,
A promise of faith that transforms and transcends.
With the foundation firmly laid, the spire reaches high,
Restoring a landmark to grace the Provo sky.
Windows now gleam in the soft morning light,
A new sanctuary forming, a beacon of light.
Even as some lament the loss of design,
Treasure held dear through the sands of time.
Disappointment mingles with hope in the heart,
For change brings renewal, a chance for new starts.
When the church announced the grand reconstruction,
Voices arose, a passionate function.
More than a building, a tapestry woven,
Of memories cherished, of faith long spoken.
Yet, as the bricks rise, so too does the spirit,
Each angle and curve, a story in it.
This temple may find a new rhythm and voice,
Becoming a place where many will rejoice.
So let us honor the past, while embracing what’s near,
For every ending births a new journey, sincere.
With patience and love, as the future unfolds,
This temple will cradle new stories to be told.