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| Last night I could not go to sleep, |
| I had not even knelt to pray; |
| My heart was filled with bitterness |
| And tears I'd kept in check all day. |
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| I try to live a Christian life |
| And do the things I ought to do; |
| Then why must my life be so hard |
| While my neighbor seems to breeze right thru? |
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| So many children 'round the table, |
| So little food to pass around; |
| My neighbor's larder is well-filled, |
| I've seen their table laden down. |
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| Thick carpets on the floors have they; |
| Plush furniture to sit upon; |
| While we must keep on mending ours |
| And padding when the springs are gone. |
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| When down the street their Cadillac |
| Purrs noiselessly along, |
| I'd like to hide that wreck of ours |
| Or say to us it doesn't belong. |
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| I must have fallen asleep because |
| I suddenly heard the sound |
| Of a trumpet, and immediately knew |
| We were Heaven bound. |
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| My dear mate was beside me |
| As we journeyed through the sky, |
| And I counted all our children |
| As one by one they floated by. |
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| Then I saw my neighbor's children - |
| Little tots too young to know - |
| And my neighbor mutely watching |
| The innocent children upward go. |
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| I seemed to linger there a moment |
| While the scene below me changed; |
| Neighbors wildly searching 'round |
| Like people suddenly deranged. |
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| Yet another scene I witnessed |
| As the earth began to swell |
| Then seemed to split wide open |
| And I was looking into Hell. |
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| One by one I saw my neighbors |
| Swallowed in the Lake of Fire; |
| Then I closed my eyes and pleaded, |
| "Oh, dear Jesus, take me higher." |
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| Now I know what I was dreaming |
| For I woke up in a sweat; |
| But the horrors of that nightmare |
| I never will forget. |
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| Tumbling out of bed that night |
| I fell, sobbing, to my knees; |
| A new peace my Saviour gave me |
| In answer to my anguished pleas. |
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| I shall herewith be content |
| With my meager, earthly lot; |
| For my treasures are laid up, |
| With his Blood we have been bought. |
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| May I be less mindful of the fancy homes |
| In which my neighbors dwell; |
| And more concerned about their souls |
| Which now are bound for Hell. |
