What Dreams May Come

Her tiny toddler, adorned in pink as blue Holding tightly unto Jesus', loving hand, asking Who are those mean looking people, over there ? Somewhat scared afore judgment's throne The council while wonder, grips celestial's air.. Smiling down into baby's precious eyes, saying Worry not my child tis only Belial with his crimson crew Pleading, for a conviction ? Tears filling her tender heart How come she questions from quivering lips; so gentle her purity His Majesty, reading through their list be charges; while angels As saints and all, silently gaze ? Drug addiction, prostitution, adultery Still these stars in dreams yet far, when Beauty beckons to approach.... Cast by humble contrite her Spirit ? Hand of hand a kiss soft, Love's gavel: Innocent.