The room that I am living in

Is dimly lit and quiet.

The only spirit food I get

Is just a “worldly” diet.

 

I have a sense within my being

Of something I have lost ----

So distant is the memory

So painful was the cost.

 

Somewhere along the line of life

God and I were one ----

I trusted Him with all my heart

My learning had begun.

 

Then He laid me down to rest

Upon His resting bed.

(To the pleasure of this world

Since that day, I am dead.)

 

I’ve wandered day by day through life

And can’t seem to recall ----

What it is I’m looking for ----

Can’t recall at all!

 

Somehow through the storms and calm

I’ve known there was a God ----

I’ve known there would be some sweet day

His love would shed abroad ----

 

And fill my heart --- the Light of God

His love, His Mercy Fill ----

Me up --- and then some more ---

As he fulfills his Will.

I’m His today, I always was

I’m in His arms once more -----

As memory flows back bit by bit

And God ope’s wide the door.

 

Rip Van Winkle’s story

Is nothing new to me -----

I’ve experienced a great long sleep

 And now I wake and see.

See the glorious plan of God

How simple, yet complex ----

Through Charity, mankind is raised

As Holy Chimes do flex ----

 

Our muscles, frame, and mind and soul

We rise up from our sleep -----

“Awake!” God calls --- we hear that voice ----

“Awaken” ---- “let me keep ...

“Keep you in my house until

Your heart is quite repaired ---

And when "I Am" within has risen

You’ll know how much I cared.”

 

“I’ve sent within, the Tree of Life

... Anoint your head with Oil.

You’ll enter lively rest and then

No more will need to toil.”

A burning treasure chest ----

To emanate the love of God

From within my breast.

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