| The Dream |
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There's a dream that kept coming to me; (Sent from God, no doubt) Such vivid colors I'd never seen. But, I knew Jesus was what it was about. Each time, the dream was in color And I saw horses from the sky. I was fleeing serpents, in the green grass. My Lord let me safely pass by. I knew Jesus was in the midst Of shapes that fit together, of every kind; Of jewels, rubies, and stones Of every color and every design. They fit as closely as squares. I couldn't take my eyes away. Later, I would pray, "Lord, please Let me see this wonder another day." I think, maybe, the angels were singing And flying all around the Light. What was happening kept me in a trance, Like the brilliance of the stars at night. I had this dream more than once. It was too awesome to repeat, But, before I leave this world, maybe the dream God wouldn't want me to keep. He used to say, go and tell the others What beset you this day. After He had performed a miracle, He would lovingly send them on their way. This dream was so dear, More precious than diamonds or gold. That's why, I surely think my Lord Would want this story, boldly, told. I have not the wisdom to know what it means, Except the indescribable joy in my mind. It was as though, through me, He was telling someone to come to Him - Come and find the splendor of living for Him. He's the Father, Son, and the Holy Spirit Divine. And in the home He's prepared for us, There's a mansion of no other kind. |
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