In the vibrant heart of Sacramento, a gem shines bright,
A temple of hope, a beacon of light.
The 123rd of its kind, a sacred retreat,
At California Circle, where faith and love meet at the
In April of twenty-one, the news took flight,
A vision unfolding, a promise of light.
Fast forward to August, under sun’s gentle glow,
Gordon B. Hinckley broke ground, setting dreams aglow.
A summer open house, from late July’s cheer
Through hot August days, it welcomed all near.
And then came September, a celebration so grand,
When the Prophet dedicated this holy land.
Forty-six acres of peace, a sanctuary alive,
With a chapel beside it, where spirits can thrive.
Its exterior gleams in light gray granite,
Crowned by Moroni, a symbol of hope, quite infinite.
Inside, the whispers of wisdom softly flow,
Two rooms for instruction, where hearts come to grow.
Four sealing rooms echo with love’s sweet refrain,
And in the baptistry, new life is gained.
Nineteen thousand five hundred square feet wide,
A place of connection where seekers abide.
Reaching up high at one hundred thirty-one feet,
This temple stands proud, a heritage sweet.
Seventh in California, a treasure to behold,
In the fertile Central Valley, a story retold.
With open hearts and open doors, come see the grace,
At the Sacramento Temple, find your sacred space.