My Master Speaks My Name
Jan 9th, 2008 by webmaster
My Master Speaks My Name
When I hear my Master speak my name,
How trivial seem fortune and fame.
The soul it needs not earthly gain.
It needs His Love,
As roses need rain.
Things we own will wear away,
While spirit has eternal day.
Possessions fade, both yours and mine.
In everlasting Light we shine.
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