I stand in the crowd before the preacher and among the souls that praise the Lord in his house
They have their eyes closed and arms up in prayer and worship; they mention the ones gaining or perhaps losing a beloved spouse.
I open my eyes and my sight reveals a set of closed pupils and a large, large crowd
behind me I hear a sound, a voice so strong and loud.
I am here my child
I look back and find Him, immediately I have conquered the world and smiled.
I studied His face, so pure and almighty
I held his hand because I realized that I am the one that is away, I am apart of some sort of blighty.
He vanished by spirit and all eyes landed on me
"The Lord has opened my eyes so I could see."
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Mellifluous Murmurs
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