A Father called to his son,
“Go to the village, to the home of Laz D’Allmon
And give him some fuel,
For I hear he has been cold.”
The son went to D’Allmon and spoke these words,
“My father has heard your pleas,
In his grace he wishes you well.”
He gave him the fuel for his stove.
D’Allmon was joyous for the gift of warmth,
And gave his praises to the son,
“All honor and glory be yours forever,
For what you have done for me.”
The son gave the honor to his father,
“I can do his will and naught else.”
And D’Allmon offered glory for this gift,
To the one bearing the grace.
The father called again to his son,
“Go back to the home of D’Allmon,
And give him oil for his lamp,
For I hear he is living in darkness.”
The son went again to the village,
“My father has heard of your need,
In his grace he offers you oil for your lamp,
That with light you may see the source of all grace.”
“By your gift, my Lord, I am kept from the cold,
From your hands now comes oil for my lamp.
I am unworthy of your gifts, undeserved and unearned,
To you all glory and honor are due.”
The son returned to the father,
“I do only what you have asked,
Why does D’Allmon not see,
You are the source of all things, even me.
“Don’t be troubled by what you hear and you see,
D’Allmon lives in the village of being.
He will soon see what now he cannot.
For now, you are all he can know of me.”
“Go to the village, to the home of Laz D’Allmon
And give him some fuel,
For I hear he has been cold.”
The son went to D’Allmon and spoke these words,
“My father has heard your pleas,
In his grace he wishes you well.”
He gave him the fuel for his stove.
D’Allmon was joyous for the gift of warmth,
And gave his praises to the son,
“All honor and glory be yours forever,
For what you have done for me.”
The son gave the honor to his father,
“I can do his will and naught else.”
And D’Allmon offered glory for this gift,
To the one bearing the grace.
The father called again to his son,
“Go back to the home of D’Allmon,
And give him oil for his lamp,
For I hear he is living in darkness.”
The son went again to the village,
“My father has heard of your need,
In his grace he offers you oil for your lamp,
That with light you may see the source of all grace.”
“By your gift, my Lord, I am kept from the cold,
From your hands now comes oil for my lamp.
I am unworthy of your gifts, undeserved and unearned,
To you all glory and honor are due.”
The son returned to the father,
“I do only what you have asked,
Why does D’Allmon not see,
You are the source of all things, even me.
“Don’t be troubled by what you hear and you see,
D’Allmon lives in the village of being.
He will soon see what now he cannot.
For now, you are all he can know of me.”
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