Vision of Love
I lead myself, to a faraway place,
in dreams I traveled, to find His grace.
My journey stood before me, when I walked,
his power was released, as I talked.
The road I was on, was not my own,
but a pathway of life, before His throne.
To the side of me, were twenty-four chairs,
filled with our Grandparents, all of them heirs.
The angels were singing, in the short distance,
I can tell you now, of the four Beast existence.
The sea of glass, for where I was standing,
became a multitude, of His saints landing.
There is no darkness, in this beautiful place,
for our God is light, with rays of His grace.
Before me I saw, the judgment of man,
the book was read, and so it began.
Our Savior was slain, to stand for us all,
his mercy is love, so no one would fall.
As gifts were given, I fell to the floor,
to worship my Lord, my soul to emplore.
For my life long journey, I dream of this end,
for I know its meaning, on Him I depend.
A story out of the bible my greatgrandmother use to tell me,
as she is one of the heirs in the twenty-four chairs.
I love you great grandmother, Gertrude Arends.
A poem by johnaarongreen
Copyright © john aaron green | Year Posted 2011
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