The droning goes on
As the preacher speaks,
His voice unintelligible.
I look round the Church
And see others equally bemused.
I look out the window
And see My River floating by,
And the glory of My Spirit
Floating just above it.
I return from my dream
But he is still speaking,
In his strange boring way.
I look round the Church
And see others nodding – asleep.
I look out the window
And see the sky,
The soft white clouds
Floating in their sea of blue.
Once more I return
But the preacher won’t stop,
He doesn’t seem to care.
I look round the Church
At the boredom on their faces.
I look into myself,
And see My Life within me
As My River and My Spirit
Float with the clouds,
With wondrous pleasure,
Towards that wonderful Eternity.