I see a light, a bright florescent shine
In this trance, life no longer has time
The light is blinding, my eyes fall shut
All reality I could hear has been cut
I can hear singing in the air
Its melody is being sung with care
The atmosphere is beautiful and calm
Never could it do any kind of harm
I open my eyes to see a middle aged man
With a smile, he extends a broken hand
The holes in his hand seem so real
To the extent where I feel the urge to kneel
Before the King of all Kings
I begin to sing
The multi-coloured lights surround him
Never do they dim
From my knees, I run into the man's arms
Despite my sweaty palms
In the King's embrace, his presence makes me feel free
And I just know that here, I'm going to be as happy as can be.
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Strength
PoetryStrength is a selection of poetry about an inner spiritual strength. Sometimes when we are feeling most weak, our spirit opens up like a tree within us. Poetry has always been a way for me to express the beauty and strength I see in God's world when...
