by Jesus - My Great Master · Published October 20, 2012 · Last modified October 19, 2012
I am feeling slow; I know someday soon It will be time to go. Tomorrow when I wake, Will I be here on earth; Will I still face my death Or will I know my rebirth? I can’t tell you now Because nobody knows Whether I’ll dress in my clothes Or in heavenly robes. All I know is I’m tired And life’s no longer sweet, And I’m ready to rest Lying safe at God’s feet.
A tight rope walker balances high above the heads of spectators at dizzying heights, strung between church steeple and town hall. It was a long, dangerous length. As soon as the artist achieved his goal, the masses applaud enthusiastically, and demanded an encore. “Do you think that I can manage to make it back over the dangerous rope?” he shouted to the spectators. “But of course, of course” they shouted back. So the man balanced once more on the dizzying rope. As he reached the end , the crowds clapped and stamped, and again shouted enthusiastically “Encore Encore!”. And so...
