“Sister Missionary to the Deaf,” Ensign, Sept. 1992, 55
Sister Missionary to the Deaf
Reluctantly, we watched you leave our nest
Determined to go forth and stretch your wings.
Your need to succor would not let you rest,
Who felt such tenderness for weaker things.
Your call was inspiration. Your desire
To teach our Father’s silent ones was strong
And met the Spirit’s urging with a fire
Which has become your message and your song.
Our Father’s voice, for many, has been sealed.
His children who are yearning to receive
May now have plain and precious truth revealed
In ways they can acknowledge and believe.
My daughter, may you answer love’s demands,
Blessed by the pure and priceless gift of hands.