David's Dream
Good old David (may his tribe increase)
Awoke one night feeling ill at ease.
For by the window in his room
He saw a form or shape in the gathering gloom.
'Twas an angel writing in a book of gold'
And Dave all of a sudden felt quite cold.
"OI, what are you writing?" to the angel he said.
And the angel looking up moved closer to his bed.
"Fear not, for I do but record
The names of those who care not for the Lord".
"And is mine there?" asked Dave coming over all queer
"Nay, not here," replied the angel, "But pray have no fear".
Then Dave thinking fast said, "Well I pray thee then
Write down I love my fellow men".
The angel smiled and vanished and on the following night
Appeared again all clothed in light.
And in its hand was another book, again all edged with gold.
"Herein," said the angel, "is what's foretold".
And Dave read the names of those most blest
And saw that his name was above all the rest.
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British Bill © 1999