Last night, I did not dream of work
And relive the struggles of the day
I did not fret, nor even jerk
But drifted to a place far away
So far I do not remember
Except today, I feel great
That journey made in slumber
Was narrow, sweet, and straight
A dream unto the Lord, I think
Where heavy burdens cease
Where one finds that inner link
To heaven where there is peace
And relive the struggles of the day
I did not fret, nor even jerk
But drifted to a place far away
So far I do not remember
Except today, I feel great
That journey made in slumber
Was narrow, sweet, and straight
A dream unto the Lord, I think
Where heavy burdens cease
Where one finds that inner link
To heaven where there is peace
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