God’s Boatman

I want to ply my boat, many times, Across the gulf after death,
And return to earth’s shores
From my home in space.
I want to load my boat
With all those waiting, thirsty ones
Who have been left behind,
That I may carry them to the opalescent pool
Of iridescent joy,
There where my Father distributes
His all‐desire‐quenching, liquid peace.
Oh! I will come back again and again!
Crossing a million crags of suffering,
With bleeding feet, I will come,
If need be, a trillion times,
As long as I know that
One stray brother is left behind.
I want Thee, O God,
That I may give Thee to all!
I want salvation,
That I may give it to all!
Free me then, O Lord,
From the bondage of this body,
That I may show others
How they too can free themselves!
I want Thine everlasting happiness,
But I want also to share it with others—
That all my brothers may find the way to happiness, Forever and forever, in Thee!

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