In Sacramento’s embrace, where dreams brightly gleam,  

The 123rd temple rises, a beacon of hope, it seems.  

At California Circle, in Rancho Cordova’s heart,  

An invitation to all, where each journey can start at 

the Sacramento California Temple.

In April of twenty-one, a vision took flight,  

As hope filled the air with a promise of light.  

With hands held high under the sun’s warm glow,  

Prophet Gordon B. Hinckley broke ground, letting faith flow.

A summer of laughter, from July’s blissful sun,  

To August’s sweet whispers, welcoming everyone.  

The doors opened wide, inviting souls from afar,  

To witness a miracle; the sacred, the star.

Forty-six acres of peace, where hearts find their grace,  

A chapel nearby, a warm, loving space.  

Light gray granite shines, a sight to behold,  

With a golden Moroni, his presence bold.

Inside, the spirit flows through two rooms of insight,  

Four sealing rooms echo with love’s pure delight.  

A baptistry waiting for sacred rebirth,  

Awakening souls with the wonders of earth.

Nineteen thousand five hundred square feet of embrace,  

At one hundred thirty-one feet, it reaches for space.  

Seventh in California, a gem to behold,  

In the heart of the valley, entwined with tales untold.

So come, feel the wonder, let your spirit ignite,  

In the Sacramento Temple, where hope takes flight.  

A journey of love, where every heart sings—  

Discover the magic that this sacred place brings.