Premonition?

Was it a dream,

A premonition?

Is God is reaching,

Out to me?!

In my prison,

To free me from the shame,

Of my decisions.

I Bow down to the King,

Who asked me to listen.

A time is coming, so

Here is the vision.



Imagine;

A small group,

Of people standing,

In the middle,

Jesus landed.

No face,

But feeling.

His light,

Burning bright,

And I feel,

Shame for all my wrong doing.

I am humbled.

Drop to my knees,

Ashamed.

Looking up,

And all I can see, is

His Grace.

His Love ends my pain,

He helps me to my feet,

Unafraid,

No words exchanged,

Only a knowledge that,

I am saved.

That I am forgiven,

That i am Loved,

By Him.

I weep from,

His Love he gives.

His Gift,

Free to All;

Unconditional.

To those,

Who ask for it.