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| Woody Guthrie |
your old men shall dream dreams,
and your young men shall see visions.
Joel 2:28
In this apocalyptic time, as America is revealed in all her shame and beauty, an old man dreamed a dream:
I was walking the wrong way on Grand Central Parkway --- a road without a sidewalk -- making my way against a tide of traffic speeding into New York. My clothes were filthy, my shoes battered.
A voice said stop, wake up, before you get hit by a car and killed. But another voice No, keep going, walk the walk. I kept going.
The first voice said watch out, here comes a truck. I walked through the truck and it vanished. Then I knew the dreamer was not a bum going the wrong way, but a spirit bound for glory.
A voice said stop, wake up, before you get hit by a car and killed. But another voice No, keep going, walk the walk. I kept going.
The first voice said watch out, here comes a truck. I walked through the truck and it vanished. Then I knew the dreamer was not a bum going the wrong way, but a spirit bound for glory.
