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The Cripple’s Dream |
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By W. S. Brown,
1924 |
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‘woke up the other night
And there in front of my dim light
I saw God, taking a little peep
At my crooked legs and I couldn’t sleep. |
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So, I pulled the
clothes up over my head,
And asked God to take me when I was dead.
Still I wondered what He would do with me
For I am a cripple, as you can see. |
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The I went to sleep,
praying to Him,
And I dreamed I saw a Shriner come in.
He picked me up and took me away,
Saying he’d fix my legs so I could run and play. |
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Then I slept on until
morning came,
And I looked at my legs which were just the same,
And I thought of what God said to men –
To tell little children to come to him. |
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Just then my crippled
pal crawled in
And gently chucked me under the chin,
And yelled out loud without any fear,
The Shriner men are coming here. |
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Then I ‘woke up and looked out to see,
And there were the Shriners coming for me.
So, thank you, God, for my dream coming true,
And thank you, every Shriner, too. |
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