In Sacramento’s heart, where dreams take flight,  

Stands a temple of peace, a beacon of light.  

The 123rd in a lineage profound,  

At California Circle, where grace can be found,

at the Sacramento California Temple.

April’s warm spring brought the news,  

In twenty-one’s bloom, hearts began to choose.  

With shovels in hand, on a bright summer day,  

Gordon B. Hinckley blessed the land in a sacred way.

For weeks in the summer, the doors opened wide,  

From July through August, come in and abide.  

A gathering of souls, in joy they would roam,  

At last, they felt welcome—this place could be home.

Come September, a day filled with cheer,  

As the Prophet dedicated, hearts drew near.  

With light gray granite that sparkles in sun,  

And Moroni aloft, a sentinel of one.

Forty-six acres of beauty, a haven divine,  

A chapel nearby, where spirits align.  

Inside, wisdom flows in two rooms of grace,  

Four sealing rooms echo with love’s warm embrace.

A baptistry waiting for souls to renew,  

In nineteen thousand five hundred, there’s space for the few.  

Reaching up high at one hundred thirty-one feet,  

This temple invites all, offering hope so sweet.

The seventh temple in California’s embrace,  

A treasure in valleys, a sanctuary of grace.  

So step through the doors, let your spirit take wing,  

In Sacramento’s temple, let your heart sing.  

Discover the wonder, experience the light,  

A journey awaits, where faith takes its flight.  

In this sacred space, let love intertwine,  

Together we’ll gather, in the divine design.