Mitchell Wallace

The Dream of the Dance

I began dancing with a girl; she was pretty, but otherwise unexceptional. I was enjoying myself, but there wasn’t anything serious between us. Then I noticed *the* girl, and something about her immediately captured my attention. She was by herself and seemed sad, and my heart was stirred with sympathy.

Fire in the Tent

I then got down on my knees and started scraping up dirt with my hands to heap on the fire, and continued stomping the smaller parts, until it was finally put out. There were many onlookers who failed to help. There was one at my side who was unable to help but provided encouragement.

Go up the Mountain

Armed with this knowledge, I came again to the mountain as at the first, but this time I lingered there. I laboured for the master, I did not wander down into the world below, and I worked to build up the mountain. Though I was in continual activity, it burdened me not. This yoke was indeed easy. Oh to dwell with our Lord and reach the summit of His presence each day!