Congregation Come Follow Me
The Pastor and I was carrying a Navy Blue Cloth
The entire congregation followed
There was no singing and talking
We got to this wooden shed
We laid the navy blue cloth on what seemed like a wooden bed
The Pastor announced, “This blue cloth can’t be with us and this is a must”
Then the Pastor, myself and congregation walked back from where we started prior
As we walked, the Pastor and congregation stopped to pray
However there was a relay
Then my eyes became focused, and I noticed my Grandmother on the side decked out in white
Later I stated to my Grandmother, “You are part of this also”
I was then blessed to wake up with full of praises that made me be spiritual caught up
Even though this was a dream
It was my subconscious being the stream.
Copyright © Anthony Blake | Year Posted 2015
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