Reality

Help me, dear Lord, to see this cloak of matterFor what it is—an unreality—And help me, Lord, to don the snowy vestmentsOf Truth, as understanding sets me free.Then, as I walk the path of Thy appointing,Upheld by arms of Love, so strong and sure,Shall I, at last, from this dream fully wakenTo see Thy face in glory evermore.

Help me, dear Lord, to see the mortal bodyFor what it is, a house built on the sand;And help me, Lord, to prove by demonstrationThe joy of those obeying Thy command.Then, as I walk the path of Thy appointing,I shall be building on the Rock and see,At last, the house completed, firmly standing,And at the door behold—reality.

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