EVER SO NEAR

After that wild dream, Oh, Dear God,

Give me something!  I pray!

Something to be thankful for?

Is that what I mean to say?

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My thoughts go round, I am thankful thinking,

Have everything that I need!

Desires of heart, sure!  Do not need much,

Food is on the table!  So  feed!

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Ancient typewriter, just, like, picked it up

Off a pile of discards.

Years gone by, when computer took over,

Left there like a pile of shards.

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My heart, my soul, flowing through this thing,

The type smallish but clear!

Soul invisible but it is there,

A very part of it and near!

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Flubs I make typing it corrects

As I think things through again.

Sometimes I think it thinks for me,

The time involved, I can.

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Of course I know it is inanimate,

But by weight alone it contrives,

To make it sing and I think it could

And would as it decides!

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Heavy!  Not like these flimsy things,

That pass now to process!

Collaborate or whatever they do!

Way beyond me, I confess!

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I am going nowhere till Jesus comes,

Then I am Heaven-bound!

See you there, pray you are ready

And not like hanging around!

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That processor not going along,

Oh, typewriter stays, too!

For Heaven has other plans for this lad,

God alone knows what I will do!

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Do not even attempt making plans for that!

Above dimensionally!

God’s thoughts so much higher than ours.

You will need new eyes to see!

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Or access in coexisting with

A few other saints on high!

This we know, we shall be like Him!

With our Lord and Savior, now on High!

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the Sam, still low! 12.03.12

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