My Mission

As I fell asleep, praying for the lost of the world,
I had a dream in which, all of Heaven was unfurled.
The air there was thick with peace and joy,
The singing of praises, the only noise.

The memories of sin, disappear at the gate,
Temptations, jealousies, fear and hate
Are gone and forgotten from here evermore,
No place for such things, in the presence of the Lord.

Words can't describe the beauty I see,
But as much as my view of Heaven thrills me
I look past it all, to search for the One,
Who sits at the right hand of the Father's throne.

The One who laid down His life for His friends,
The One who washed away all of our sins.
Obedient even unto death on a cross,
He came to save us, no matter the cost.

My eyes find His, I fall to my knees,
There's so much to say, but I can't even speak.
I lie down, prostrate, silent, still,
Eternally grateful for Calvary's hill.

A soft hand touches mine, as the Lord says "Come",
An angel is leading me to the Father's throne.
We walk past angels and elders and saints,
All bowing, and shouting, giving Him praise.

As we approach the throne, I begin to bow down,
He says " You'll not be here long, so listen for now,
I need you to go back and tell them Heaven's real,
And remind them of what happened on Calvary's hill.

They need to hear the truth, and they need to hear it often,
Without My Word before their face, their hearts will never soften.
Be bold and never fear, and always live it well,
It hurts to see so many, that are blindly going to Hell."

Then He said, "It's time to go, I'll see you soon My child,
You'll be coming back for good, in just a little while."
With that the angel took my hand, and led me to the gate,
And in an instant, I was in bed, lying there awake.

Whether there in spirit, or in a dream, I cannot truly say,
But the message that He showed me, is still with me today.
This message is my mission, and I mean to see it through,
The world can't live without it, they need to hear the truth.