All I could see was
all of his greatness
His pure radiance and
love blinded me.
I stood before his
great throne
Shaking and cold and
afraid
I wanted to turn and
just run
When Jesus a motion he
made.
He told me not to be
afraid or scared
He said please do not
run away
You are one of my
loving children
And I molded you from
my own clay.
Then he called me to
come closer
And he arose from his
high throne
He said my child I
must tell you
I am not ready for you
to come home.
That is where my dream
ended
I woke up in my own
warm bed
I could not get on my
knees to pray
So I closed my eyes
right there instead.
