What Dreams May Come
Her tiny toddler, adorned in pink as blue
Holding tightly unto Jesus', loving hand, asking
Who are those mean looking people, over there ?
Somewhat scared afore judgment's throne
The council while wonder, grips celestial's air..
Smiling down into baby's precious eyes, saying
Worry not my child tis only Belial with his crimson crew
Pleading, for a conviction ? Tears filling her tender heart
How come she questions from quivering lips; so gentle her purity
His Majesty, reading through their list be charges; while angels
As saints and all, silently gaze ? Drug addiction, prostitution, adultery
Still these stars in dreams yet far, when Beauty beckons to approach....
Cast by humble contrite her Spirit ? Hand of hand a kiss soft, Love's gavel: Innocent.
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