a little more revelatory thought
I have been much perplexed in my cognition regarding this matter of revelation. As the whirlwinds of thought ravaged my mind, my distress at not having arrived at a suitable conclusion so overwhelmed me I was as a brainless fool, incapable of finding the conjunctions and ends of my thoughts. Thusly I considered that I should away myself to some private place. I decided to go to the garden . . . alone. I like to go while the dew is still on the roses. I find a freedom of mind here that I know nowhere else. It would seem as if a voice falls on my ear, and I pray that the Son of God would disclose. As if by the command of their conductor, the birds hush their singing, and the melody that’s given to me is ringing within my heart. Ah, I would stay in the garden with Him but it would seem that the night around me be falling. I durst not linger, for in the distance I hear the voice of woe bidding me go. And so I will be away, my thoughts now loosed, for as He walked with me and talked with me, He told me I am His own, and I must admit, I needed to hear that. Such refreshing from the joy we share from tarrying there. I think none other has ever known it.
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Oh, how I love that song! And how I love dewey garden walking! I think I should like to build a cottage out in the garden, and ignore the voice of woe. (And there would be no pesky neighbors. Or dirty homeless people. Those guys really know how to wreck a good garden.) Then he and I could sit by the fire in the cool of the evening and chit-chat the night away. And when at last we must retire for the evening, he can have the sofa bed. And then we’ll get back out to the wet roses and mute birds again first thing in the morning, so he can spend another day telling me that I am his own.
That sure would be a lot better than this rotten life I’m living now.
Amen brother.