closed my eyes and I thought I could see,
the face of the Lord staring back at me.
I felt amazed ,yet I felt disbelief,
I thought to my self, how could this be.
could someone so unworthy as I,
be able look into our Master's eyes.
I closed my eyes and opened them again,
that's when I saw him reach out his hand's.
scars, where holes pierced, right threw to the bone,
and I knew I was safe and that I was finally at home.
yes, at home in that land, that I had always dreamed of,
free like the angels and filled with his heavenly love.
then I heard a voice whisper so sweet,
it's a shame to wake her, she looks so peaceful at sleep.
I opened my eye's and once again i was in bed, on earth below,
i whispered, how can this be? where did all the angels go?
smiled at me and said, it must have been a dream,
but how can that be, I know what I seen.
please tell me it wasn't just a dream like they say,
then I heard a sweet voice whisper, it won't be someday.
and copyrighted by
Gloria Jean Collins
name for this poem was
picked by my little sis
thanks sis for the help