I opened my eyes, I rubbed them hard, Oh my!

I could comprehend where I was but not why

There in front of me an eerie wondrous sight

I loved Him__ Jesus holding the light.

 

I tried to remember where I had been, why I was here

Nothing was clear, except that He was precious and dear

Showing me the way to follow Him to my home

No sadness, no tears, no pain and no more to roam.

 

Gina Ann Day ©2013

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