Dreaming Of A Little Cabin

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In dreams of yesterday I wandered
Back to my little cabin door.
I strolled beside an old rock garden
And saw familiar scenes once more.
I heard the organ softly playing
Its music came so sweet and low.
And I heard my mother sweetly singing
As oft I did so long ago.

   I was dreaming of a little cabin
   And I heard somebody call my name.
   I Looked and saw a sweet old lady
   And it seemed I was a child again.
   She gently put her arms around me
   And kissed her little boy once more.
   I knew it was the same sweet mother
   That had kissed me many times before

I heard her sing the “Rock of Ages”
And “Silver Threads Among the Gold”.
She told me once again of Jesus
Within that little cabin fold.
She opened up her faded Bible
Where the family records used to be
And I knew it was the same sweet mother
That years ago had cradled me.

An orphan through this world I wander
Since mother left the old homestead.
No one to pray for me at twilight
No place to lay my weary head.
I miss her voice so gently calling
I miss her precious guiding hand.
But I know that when I reach God’s city
I’ll hear her call my name again.