Great Great Great Grandpa William Harrison Folsom

"In Ancestral Footsteps, Faith Must Stand"

I ask, how can I build the faith they knew,
The strength to face what life demands of me?
In trials deep, can I, like them, still be
As steadfast, pure, and hold their vision true?

He stayed behind to guard the sacred stone,
While saints had fled, he watched the temple’s light.
Yet when they asked if he would stand alone,
He faced the mob and would not yield to fright.

Three times they tried to break his spirit’s will,
With stubborn faith, he ventured far and wide.
He traveled far, his family to provide,
And built with hands what only God could fill.

So may my faith, though humble it may start,
Grow strong enough to match his mighty heart.

"Legacy in Stone"

In arches grand where visions touch the sky 
With steadfast hands, he shaped the stone and clay,
His dreams, like beams, in light's embrace would play, 
An architect whose heart could never die.

In Utah's fields, his genius found its way,
Each temple rising, bold in grace and form,
The tabernacle, through the storm,
A testament to faith, in bright array.

Curved ceilings soared, a marvel to behold,
His legacy in every stone retold,
In whispered winds, his dreams in echoes rolled,
Support unseen, yet strong as ancient gold.

You guide us through time, your art shall sing,
In every heart, your spirit takes to wing.