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It is the Lord! who dreams this way and there for we should dream the same way.

To dream the dream of dreams

 

 

To dream the dream of dreams.

And surly the world will follow you all the way.

And He who I follow so dreams that way.

 

From day to day I ask Him to lead the way.

To help me through all the by ways.

To help me end the day in a beautiful way.

 

To bring my heart to Him closer and closer each day.

That when so ends my earthly days.

I may come to Him to live in a beautiful way.

 

The devil may try his UN cunning ways.

But from the Lords way I hope too never sway.

And that makes my path a beautiful way.

 

Man is to be ruled by God alone.

And not by other men ways.

For man is man and makes mistakes every day.

 

To honor each other is to honor God.

To honor good Mother earth.

And all of nature is of the greatest worth.

 

For man must live together on Mother Earth.

And must not hide from Father Sun.

For all are one with the Creator Spirit and Son.

 

Though you may think you know the ways.

To the Creator Spirit ways to obey.

But unless you are one with all.

 

Your journey under the Creators sun.

Is a wasted one and into darkness you shall come.

 

Listen and so be one

©   5/18/04                   Robert (Standing Eagle Plume) Jacobs

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