He said Jesus is dead

In a dream being chauffeured to where? I do not know where? the silence stifling still as the night, stars glowing… but the chauffeur, driving heedless to my faith – Jesus is dead, he speaks like a bullhorn going off in my mind, grief surrounds me but the dream comes to life… “He is ALIVE!” I say it, my voice amplified WHO IS THIS MAN? my mind enters the war with his spirit – evil words a dark that won’t heal a world filled with sorrow pain and so much horror! “HE IS ALIVE!” my voice doesn’t tremble I am at war, the shield will defend me. “He is ALIVE!” “He is ALIVE!” “HE IS ALIVE!” And, that is how it ends I wake up, speaking, announcing to the dawn… He lives and so I can smile! the chauffeur is a liar… His love invigorates my life His light flows through the dark, quieting the fears, wiping away the tears He’ll always be here – always He is ALIVE and I can survive because He is mine, this Jesus who will never die. Oh, how that chauffeur lied!