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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 © | Year Posted 2015




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