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I Dreamed of Jesus (Part 2)
... My pupils met his, and immediately my eyes opened. He saw my past, my present and the future to come. Simultaneously, my body fell to its knees in submission As I began to wail and confess, "Jesus-! Jesus-! I am sorry! I am sorry! I love You! I love You!" I knew He knew who I was and all I had been doing. My heart begged for His forgiveness, longing for his love. With his eyes still fixed on me, I trembled in anguish. He overshadowed me, and the fear of torment Particulated off of me. Then, I saw my mother's face. (I knew she had been praying for me with great concern.) Then, without a word, I saw Jesus reach out to me. He touched my back as if to lift me up with great force, But with one last cry of His name, "JESUS-!" I woke myself up. I was kicking and moving my arms when I came to. I was still on earth, but it was real. I confessed my sins again and again. I went to the bathroom to rouse myself, then to the opened window. I was hot and sweaty and too afraid to sleep. I sat up in bed, Turned on my bedside lamp, and began to write this dream. Mirjana, turned toward me and asked me why I could not sleep. I simply told her that I had to write, and she turned over. I finally finished, turned out the light, wrapped her arms around me, And closed my eyes. I could still see His light brown eyes and outline of His face, As if I had gazed at the sun too long and its image was x-rayed in my mind. What was He going to do? Would He have taken me somewhere? Was he going to show me something? Would he come again? I do not know, but this was the second time I saw Him like this. All I know is that He is perfect, and there is no darkness in Him at all.
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