Seeing

October 23, 2010
He came to me in the middle of the night,
He awoke me with a fright,
but His hair was soft like summer's rain,
His eyes peaceful; lacking pain,
He wore a robe that touched the floor,
gold embbeded; never seen before,
and when He spoke no accent did He bare,
and He told me that I He would spare,
"Only one thing do I ask,
only one small task,
if you tell the world about Me,
then enternity you will be free."





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