I write of a dream
Out of the body, alive in the spirit
It begin on a slipping bare field
Intriguingly, there is nothing to shield
A feeling of fear run through me
As the enemy approaches
A mass of fearful thoughts
As the foe runs across
Running, racing, gasping for breath
Climbing steeper slopes
Running endless races
Racing to dreadful places
For one glorious moment
It dawned on me I can fly
I can fly on wings of Angels?
Even on wings of archangels?
Then comes a voice…Echoing
Come on fly!...Come up higher!
In awe! My feet was high above the ground
This left the enemy confound
I begin to soar and to glide like an Eagle
High up am safe and secure!
High up I can reach for the stars!
High up I can reach for the mars!!
And they heard a loud voice from heaven saying to them, “Come Up Here [Higher]”. And they ascended to heaven in a cloud, and their enemies saw them [no more]. Revelation 11:12