I had a dream the other night Which lessened all my fright Of the military's opposition, Not sustaining God's position, Telling us that governments Have more important covenants; Which makes their members Each a god who when he murders Looks upon the enemy Without compassion; sympathy Is put aside for such as they. But each of us is meant to pray For all his brothers' souls. We cannot say that they must pay When all they are is tools. I had a dream the other night about a heathen land one bright and sunny morn when all seemed well. While kings and princes heard death's knell and wiser men had packed and fled, While all the fighting which had led To so much pain and lonely prayer Still went on while the new game player Built up his kingdom on the blood Of villagers who stood and looked In disbelief of what the crooked Foes of light had done to men, and women, Who were unprepared to watch the common Die in swill of heathen swine who worshipped Satan's god of war, and disbelieved in God. I had a dream in which I found a little child wandering 'round The confines of the village where I watched as grave despair Took charge of all, Prepared the fall From God's dear Grace; Which must help brace My soul for all the desperate tasks Which simple folk would come and ask Of me, while I can't hope to care For all their needs and still prepare Them all for what was still to come In this sad time when each must look to prayer and not to satan's fear succumb. The baby which I found that day Was very small and could not say From whence he came; and yet I knew He was the prince whom God now drew Into a path which only he could walk, Which led away from what we can talk about when all we know is what is now While God still plans the future. How are we to flout God's will? So I took up The baby, small and crying, let him sup Within the village, although we scarce afford another mouth, but still the Lord Was with us as He's always been While children cried and caused discord Which many heard but had not seen. I look upon this incident as meaning that we've all been sent To live our lives within God's grace and never try to change the pace Which he has set for men to walk. We cannot ever hope to talk about the teaching He has wrought But can't we just this once believe That we must not destroy, and grieve as hypocrites have always done; While good folks must not hide and run From what their enemies have brought To God's fair world, while we have caught Within the path which God has taught and happily believe this day to be life's eve.
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