Than Any Mortal Death
I had a dream I had died last night. For some odd reason I could not step into the
light. All the people that I once knew, had stood around. Some had cried, while
they lowered my body into the ground. I could choose this path or the other. I
watched as my friends hugged and kissed my grieving mother. I had no reason
to cry, feeling so much love, coming to me from the sky...
In a large green valley in which I now stand, this place I don't understand. The
trees ever so large, the grass ever so green. For the first time in my life I have
ever seen. I hear a load voice call out my name. I know who it is, I fall to the
ground on my face in shame. I hear that voice, telling me I will not spend eternity
burning in unholy flame...
The voice tells me to my feet, at his table I have a seat. Here all the chosen shall
meet. Now something has come to mind. Information I had never been able to
find. His time shall shortly begin. To punish those who never asked forgiveness
for their sin. The pale horse has thus begun to ride. Good thing I had choose the
winning side. I now know the things that must come to be...
Now a white robe is given on to me. A reed placed in my right hand. I notice so
people, their number out matching a sea of sand. Hey all you sinners, hear my
shout. Ask forgiveness before you check out. Before you die and let out your last
breath. Always remember love is so much stronger than any mortal death
For those
those dream
Copyright © Christopher Hays | Year Posted 2007
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