A Real Dream

A Real Dream A child in a room Blocks on the floor No one but me Behind a closed door Then, the door opens A beam of light appears Before me stands My sudden fears No words spoken My knees faltered Throat swelling My entire soul altered I saw not his face Head hung down Before the man Guilty I'm bound My heart shattered Loss of vision Birth of innocence Given to confusion Shame, Pain My name Peace, calm A hand touches your face Lifting your chin A gentle, loving grace You try to look up Breathe for the chance Your eyes open in bed Before even a glance But you still feel The touch of this man The touch of Christ The touch of his hand (A true story of a dream)