Ancient of Days Ahnsahnghong

Last night I dreamed of Mother;
She was in fine linen clean and bright.
Strolling in holy sactuary, clothed in glory and honor.
Forever and ever flows living water.
Mother quenches our thirst with the water Mother, O Mother!


How have you come from heaven to the earth,
giving up the splendid glory?
Show me where there is no more tears or pain, no more sorrow.
Mother, o Mother!

Tonight I hope to see you, with longing deep down in my heart.
I run into my dream, calling out "Mother, Mother!"
With splendid glory, with Your arms open wide,
Mother beckons to me, "My beloved child come here."
Oh Mother!

How have you come from heaven to the earth,
giving up the splendid glory?
Show me where there is no more tears or pain, no more sorrow.
Mother, o Mother!