I kept the key at my side since last Sunday night, just in case on some random whim
One of my roommates would check the mailbox, and find IT staring right back at them
I wanted the privilege to be all mine, when I knew I could see it was real
The white envelope with my name inscribed and the official First Pres'dency seal
And that moment came, when the door creaked open, and I saw it there inside
That day when I checked that mailbox of mine and knew its contents would certain'ly decide
It was in there, no doubt of the look, bent to fit in the box
And I stared at it long, a squeal building up, unable to touch it for shock
But it was there and it read Sister Krista Jae-Elrena Roy
And I grabbed it suddenly, not containing my joy
And I screamed and I laughed and I caused quite a stir, as the neighbors all poked out their heads
And I smiled and cried and looked at them all, at held up what had been imported
And they smiled and screamed and laughed but still, not one of them felt what I felt
Knowing a call from the prophet of God is what I in my own hands held
Not breathing, not thinking, I ran up to the house, all the while tears streaming so free
And I clutched to my chest the precious packet of papers the prophet had sent to me
And i went to the bathroom with only one hand, for I refused to let the note go
And I called all the people important to me so the good news they also could know
And I ran back to the neighborhood, with no shoes to boot, still clutching the precious call
I found Summer and told her, and if they'd been there, I would have told Winter and Fall
I looked at the clock and looked at the seal and I hardly thought I could wait
Knowing that millimeters from my eyesight were the words to determine my fate
But wait I did, while making contacts, to you, my family so dear
Repeating my joyous news again because the high octaves you just couldn't hear
Sum n Andy held a span of the nation of top of their laps, and looking now at that past moment
I realized that I did too--and beyond--within that paper of great portent
And with skype all set and my closest friends gathered round, I sat on the vast doorstep
To which many have tiptoed and knocked timidly, to discover the most simple concept
I drew in a breath and I slit open the seal, already planning the glance
I would give to the paper to find the right words instead of giving patience a chance
(As if it mattered if I read through the formality
Since looking over my shoulder was one with extreme familiarity!)
I found them so fast I almost looked them right over, not sure if I knew what it said
And I had a conversation--longer than most--with me and myself in my head
Within those two seconds when i knew and they didn't, I felt too many emotions to count
All I could do was laugh and cry before my onlookers asked me to announce
So I did, with disclaimer, lest they think I made jest
And I skipped the "Sister Roy" and all of the rest
And told them with sudden joy right there
That I was called to serve in TEMPLE SQUARE!
And wouldn't you know, they were glad too!
And still left me standing, not sure what to do
Then in a wave of joy and surprise
They swept me up with endearment and tears in their eyes
And the rest of the night and the rest of the week and, heck.. for the rest of eternity
I know that the call was extended to me for the Lord called me where he needs me to be
And I'm thrilled and surprised, and above all else, I feel JOY
For my call to serve him as Sister Roy!
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