General Conference Time

By Val Camenish Wilcox

Long months pass by

And wallets thin

As we expend

Our meager store,

But then comes

General conference time

When we may open wide

The door to treasure rooms

Within our hearts

Where riches pour

In golden stream

Of coin to fatten purse

With more than mind

Can dream or soul

Can know or ever spend.

We now have wealth

For self, and much to lend.