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)
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