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Reverie: I dreamed that I awoke in Hindu heaven Swimming in an immense and teeming sea And every drop was conscious of the others And all the other drops were aware of me. Many souls were there but none had any body Just essence floated by: now rat, now king And there were goats and with them uncle Roddy Along with other swimmers paddling. Monkeys and oak trees, meal worms, sharks and germs Mingled with seers, czars and alchemists. But not one could be seen in earthly form; One had to sense each essence in the mist. Nay, in my little swim thru new-age heaven, I never saw one long-lost friend of mine. And that is why I think I'm shaking seven To keep my faith in Jesus on the climb. See, He's got a mansion built for me in Heaven Where I can invite all who happen by And each will have a brilliant human body, That anyone who looks can recognize. Yes, I' invite, Oh? . . . everyone I've joyed with, And know each loving visitor that calls. My Carpenter can build a trillion oners Have you seen His galaxies and water falls? If He made all this fallen earth's great wonders, How hard for Him would such a heaven be? He'd need but speak and it would BE like thunders In ideal form and perfect symmetry And all His children there would be immortal Each in full beauty, breath-taking to see The rarest things here there would be quite common We' d walk on gold and sing in perfect key. So I think I' leave the sea the Yogis pain for And keep my lovely home in paradise Yes, I' trade the cosmic ocean of the gurus; I think my little mansion will suffice. So thank you, Abba, Daddy, thanks for Jesus My Lord, my brother and my loving king Who took my sin and that of every other And nailed them to His cross. It's He I sing. I' sing His praise today because He loves me Even though I drifted once, lost in sin's sea But I was rescued from those deep confusions And given back my life in spite of me. All that I had to do was call on Jesus; I called and He reached out and took my hand, And now I try each day to sing His praises And hope that others lost will understand.
Gene Pinkney 12/25/03
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