The Secret of the Creation Part 5

O how the children love him, because that he is ever true. His kingdom is with power, all the ages through.

A High Praise

King Mosier traveled through the land. He healed the sick, both of the rich and poor. He cast his spirit upon those in sorrow, and their sorrows were no more.

King Mosier went down to the pool of Solomon, where the sick were lying upon the sh.o.r.e. He bid them arise, be on the way, and their diseases were no more.

King Mosier went down to Bethany, where the dead were waiting in the tomb. O, death fell from its throne, and delivered up his own, to this power of Mosier that's known.

A Praise

There is a beautiful sea called memory. Many s.h.i.+ps come sailing to me through the whole day, From over the beautiful sea of memory.

The deep wide sea, the great high sea, My beautiful sea of memory.

My beautiful s.h.i.+ps on the great high sea.

Some are aged like, and hazed in the light of gray.

Others are as the roses that bloom in May.

Come sailing to me along by the sh.o.r.e through the whole day.

Deeds of kindness that are written As the stars over the deep blue sea. Sailing along those that love me.

My beautiful s.h.i.+ps the light of the mind.

Sailing out of the yesterdays to me.

Over the deep wide sea, the great high sea, My beautiful sea of memory.

A High Praise

I sing of the great king who reigns in a city far above the star strewn blue. He is master and king over all creation, over the heaven and its angels, and the earth with its people, too.

There is a story true as the ages are old, sung by all the children of nature, calling the ancient times unto the present fold. Singing all the children of the great king these anthems as the ages roll.

High as the heavens above the earth, so high are his ways. Just children speaking of things in deeds and plays. Jehovah is higher, the great creator, he who gave one for the salvation of our days.

A High Praise

Over the rampage of the ages wild, came the voice of Mosier to me. As the sighing winds blow over the mountains and orchard valleys, ye stealthy lights that gleam upon the seas; most a.s.suredly have you been born again. Have your souls been reclaimed by my spirit--I who holds that light of Calverie. Do you know me for yourself and not by another?

are the souls that are known of me.

From the surging streams of the northland sealed, of the blue that s.h.i.+nes across the earth revealed; unto all you souls that pray. Do you hear my voice in harmonies as the vespers play? As the sighing winds pa.s.s over the mountains most a.s.suredly have you been, reclaimed by me. I have a torchlight descending from my father's throne. I who bare the sorrows of the world alone.

Is sorrow and pain turned to joy before thee; do you love death as the others love life. Is there no secret sin with thee, as with them of unjust strife? I am your strength in this way, I keep for you the eternal treasure of love and life. My father and I have made ourselves known unto thee, you saints of light; most a.s.suredly as the sighing winds pa.s.s over the mountains you rest beyond the night.

A Praise--The Answer

Long ago we left the city of sorrow, for a city which is yet to come.

We sought the way that leads to Zion, and Jerusalem our home.

Mosier has gone from this world of sorrow, to prepare for us an eternal home.

And in the highway he has walked before us, he will ever care for his own.

With the new song we shall praise him ever, in that city he has gone to prepare.

When we enter the hilleued hills of Zion, O why not come and go with us there?

Some people wonder why we are sincere ever; some people wonder why we are true.

But to us Mosier is a real friend ever, and he is our glorious king, too.

Memory

As I wrought in the fields of time one day, I pa.s.sed through the valley of beauty, of things that were hidden away.

To the east and to the west and to all the horizon There were hills and mountains of blue, and gold, and gray.

There were clear rivers glist'ning over rocks that were crystal white.

There were flowers that bloomed in the shade of a thousand lights.

There were stars that shone from the heaven, writing in the silent speech of the night.

A people had lived there in that valley one day.

They had sung and laughed and some times would cry or pray.

As I or you live in the trend of this song that ends in the close of the day.

A Praise--In Memory of Keturah

She was once upon earth, but now she sings through the fields of the stars.

She once knew distress, hunger and tears.

But now they feed her at Alleuher's own table through the centuries and years.

She is a servant of Mosier up there. With the host of the angels and the saints of the air.

O Alleuher's great tribune watching over the earth and its hosts of tears.

I heard her voice from the plains of the stars talking to the world with the fire of speed.

O Alleuher, the angels unfolding the glories of heaven to me, And I rise with the hosts' glad refrain above the earth and the sea.