Thought
What is scent that draws me in?
So sweet to nose so hard to win
Running here and running there
Eyes dart swiftly - nose in air
Buck look for the musk of deer
They carry in their navel near
Where is sweet joy that urges on?
Smell of success you think you won?
Drinking deep from cups of praise
Lingering in beds of dark malaise
Never found where ‘ere we look
No clues or maps in empty book
Like that elusive scent of musk
Illusive dawn’s hopes end in dusk
Fragrant sweet in your own home
That bliss you carried all along
God alone is real - lasting joy
All else is false - His playful ploy
Arise awake and dance and sing
For we have found eternal spring
Drink and reel with drunkenness
From love’s deep cup of happiness
Submitting to the one who’ll bring
The bliss that flows as everything
Prayer
O Lord may we drink deeply from thy offered cup of infinite loving immortal bliss.
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