When ends life’s transient dream,
When death’s cold, sullen stream shall o’er me roll,
Blest Savior, then, in love,
Fear and distrust remove;
O bear me safe above, a ransomed soul.
---Ray Palmer, 1830
There are some days inspiration flows easily. There are
others when I sit and stare at the screen (or the composition book page if I’m
rocking it old school) and it stares back at me. Then there are days when the
text bounces back to me, twisted fantastically, as if by a funhouse mirror,
distortions and warps making it hard to grasp meaning.
Guess which afternoon it’s been? This verse from the beloved
mid-19th century hymn pulled me toward it, then reflected back at
me: “Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream; merrily, merrily merrily,
merrily, life is but a dream.” Yep. Talk about a brain freeze.
So, I scrolled down on my page, past those first two lines
of the verse (out of sight, sort of out of mind). And got to something I could
hold onto, something that would hold onto me. In love Jesus, in the midst of
our fear, ransoms our souls. In love the Savior, our distrust notwithstanding,
bears us safe through the transient dream of this life.
Let me be wholly Yours.
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