My Childhood Dream
When I was a child,
I had a wonderful dream,
In my dream,
I saw Jesus Christ,
By the road He passed by,
And He was riding on His bike;
Then, when He saw me,
In front of me, He stopped
And He invited me to ride.
His hands were so soft,
He extended and I hold;
With a smile, he said,
"Come to me my child,
Come with me, I am Jesus Christ.
Like your father,
I drive you safely to school,
Don't be afraid, I am not a ghost.
My clothes show
That I am Holy and Pure,
Come with me,
Because I love you forever more.
--FEATURED POEM FOR THE FIRST WEEK OF OCT,. 2012-- Thank you so much PS for featuring my poem!
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