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LIVING IN ANOTHER DIMENSION

LIVING IN ANOTHER DIMENSION
Do you ever have the feeling when at His feet you're kneeling;
And to you He's still revealing all the wisdom of His Love,
That you've entered ANOTHER DIMENSION?

When you feel you are no longer of this world, and the other's stronger
In its pulling, and you hunger to know and see it's glory,
You've entered ANOTHER DIMENSION OF SPACE.

When a sense of urgency o'ertakes you, when the sin of this world breaks you;
When the shortness of the days makes you
Aware there is so much more to do;
You've entered ANOTHER DIMENSION OF TIME.

When His voice gets your attention and His name is too sacred to mention
Aloud, and you feel the tension
Of this world just slipping away.
You've entered ANOTHER DIMENSION OF HEARING.

When your eyes take on new vision, and your heart beats with a mission,
And your mind struggles with a decision
That you know God wants you to make,
You've entered ANOTHER DIMENSION OF SEEING.

We're in this world, not of it; to forsake it, not to love it;
Not to partake of it, but live above it,
While teaching, baptizing, and discipling in His Name
And all the time we're living in ANOTHER DIMENSION.

This poem was written one day after observing non-believers in a secular social setting. I knew there was something really different going on and  I remembered the last time Milan and I sat and watched one of the Gaither videos, and how God revealed Himself to us in an awesome sense of worship.  The world cannot understand that any more than we can understand their enjoyment of drinking and partying and total disinterest in God and His Son. BUT WE ARE CITIZENS OF HEAVEN....it's the only way you can explain it - while being in the world, we are not of it; indeed we live in a totally different dimension.  Phil. 3:17-21.  

                                                Joan Rowden Hart, 1995

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