VISION PRELUDE TO A DREAM_
I heard from beyond the grave
Voices of those who loved me at birth and before
Calling my soul to save
And me to new life restore!.
I who for most of my life
Called "Father" before I knew
Through times of ease and strife
Living as false, yet true!.
I felt heavy hands upon my head
Mine annointed to hold the Bread
I heard the cries of "Axois"
Full knowing how unworthy I was!.
The weight of ages and tradition
Carried as I came and went
I would know neither home nor nation
My life for others spent
For each soul I lightly touched
To ease them from their pain
I added to mine own a chain,
The sins of the world, both their and mine
I lifted up
Offered with the Blood sublime
Contained within the Cup!.
Received the Word within mine heart
To teach with passion bold
With deep study on my part
To keep, and pass, and hold!.
Still the weight of sin is very great,
For all the teaching done
Now the time is very late
Salvation to be won,
Further yet God to me spoke,
"Yours not the times nor seasons!"
With that my chains He broke!.
?February 3, 2008, Albert K!. Jungers, All Rights Reserved
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