Thought
One day death will knock on door
One day heart will beat no more
One day breath will slow and rest
One day death will come as guest
Be sure last thought you make
Is one of give and not of take
Know each second marching by
Is last moment’s last supply
These unused series learn to fill
With purity, truth and love until
Mind is soaked in nectar sweet
Flowing from Lord’s sacred feet
Every night beyond the dream
Events to happy peace will yield
The sleeper then does not respond
In this dress rehearsal for beyond
Prayer
O sweet Lord of peace and rest far from the ocean’s roar. Displace all selfish thoughts that I may saturate the mind with Thee.
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