Songs of Joy


Sing out, my soul, thy songs of joy; 
Sing as a happy bird will sing 
Beneath a rainbow's lovely arch 
In the spring.

Think not of death in thy young days; 
Why shouldst thou that grim tyrant fear? 
And fear him not when thou art old, 
And he is near.



One night I dreamed a dream.
I was walking along the beach with my Lord. Across the dark sky flashed scenes from my life. For each scene, I noticed two sets of footprints in the sand, one belonging to me and one to my Lord.