My Dreams

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My Dreams

I dream of the future of what God has for me.
The blessing that i will recieve.
I dream of prophecy comming into being.

I dream then I think of how blessed I am to know the truth
I once was in the dark, but now I'm in the light.

Time has past
I'm not at chruch anymore, so am I still in the light.
I now the truth, but I stopped running towards it.
I have backslidded.

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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