This World Is Not My Home

I don't intend to live in fear.

A few weeks ago I had what I'd call a freak-out day.

I'd heard that Anna had had her bank account 'emptied'.

I saw a new sign in the public library;

"Please Watch Your Valuables!"

The clerks at the fabric store related a recent purse snatching.

"She turned her back on her cart for just a moment."

The local east end Stater Bros had caught a shoplifting team.

Had them all lined up, face-down on the pavement.

I live in Po' Dunk.

This is not Watts.

I am happy to be naive about current events.

I still enjoy the occasional, small and gentle earthquake.

In fact, my neighbors at work and I all ran out to the parking lot;

"Wasn't that fun?"

I play an old Lassen Pines CD in my car.

I think it is 2005/track14

Whatever. I can't discern just who it is that is singing hymn 218;

Oh, they sing it quite beautifully!

I don't think I want to know, really.

It won't make any difference.

Soon will the Master come, soon pass away

Our time of conflict, grief, and suffering here;

Our night of weeping end in cloudless day,

And sorrow's moment like a dream appear.

Eternity-with Jesus-in the skies

How soon that Sun of righteousness will rise!

We shall behold Him, whom not seen we love,

We shall be with Him whom we long to see.

We shall be like Him, fit for realms above,

With Him and like Him for eternity.

Is now to sit at Jesus' feet our choice?

How will fruition make our souls rejoice?

I must have played it about 50 times, over and over.

I cannot tell you how long it has been since a hymn resonated in my soul like this one.

Each and every line spoke to me .

It lifted me.

I was no longer agitated.

It soothed me, detached me from earth.

There is absolutely nothing, nothing like that 'purifying hope'.

Can anyone tell me how to get it from my CD to play on my blog?

I'd like to do that.