He shed the Last Drop For Me
When the story is finely written
And the speckled bird, about to fly
When the counter has made his final count
And the Spirit has tried his last try
When the book is about to close
And the pleader issued his final plea
And the curtain is set to drop
He shed his last drop for me
When heaven’s doors are opened
And the trumpet is near to sound
And that which was from the beginning
Shepherds his sheep from lost to found
He who lingers in the shadows
Opens the eyes, that all might see
And though I fail him in the flesh
He shed his last drop for me
The Book’s pages are almost full
And this life will be no more
And each name is recorded
And the tally reveals the score
for the wine cup is nearly full
and the bread is under the lee
The redeemed are cleansed by his blood
And he shed his last drop for me
Good counsel
The enforced sleep to blind it all,
restless thoughts and what may befall.
Rescued from tensions to clear,
the truth so free that there is no more fear.
Tormented fortunes destiny in wilderness,
all tired receiving gladsomeness.
The pilgrimage as soul pioneer,
dreaming the larger life with heavenly cheer.
No longer let the vain world claim,
by the idleness of the chief mistress to refrain.
Holding that dream to escape that wise,
night shape liberty is the device.
To sleep it over labor for small gain,
may the weary nights spent in vain.
False and untrue knots of treason,
when loves compassion is not the reason.
Give the night the splendor as true proceeder,
listen to whispers of the taintless pleader.
Oh soul and bodies image guest,
fear not to touch that affection best.
Since heavens love in pure immortal high,
has mercy echoing through that new day rising sky.
That celestial love that we forget and ought,
counsel in lessons which needed to be taught.
Lovers scorn that love to possess,
when virtue claims ungratefulness.
Blessings for the nobler state to see,
gone is the fear by conditioned misery.
My Counselor –the Spirit of my life
My Pleader – the Petitioner for my soul
My Upholder – the Defender of my being
My Creator, my essence, my existence
My will, my flesh, my presence
You erect everything and initiate all things
You bring into being and cause to be
You give life to and bring forth
You take part, maneuver, construct
You generate, operate, penetrate
The Maker, the Jehovah, the Almighty
The Godhead, the Divine, the Lord
What can I say about You?
The Omnipotence, the All-knowing, the Supreme
The Absolute, the All-powerful, the Invincible, the All-holy One
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