Poetry By Gloria                                                                            

A Talk With Jesus



Last night I dreamed of a beautiful place,
Where peace and love filled every space.
I dreamed of angels in the air,
I saw Jesus with golden Hair.

His eyes were bright, oh how they shined.
He knew the thoughts that ran through my mind.
I prayed to Him on bended knees,
Please take this life from out of me.

Let me walk on golden shores,
Let me hurt and cry no more.
He touched my head with His hand,
And said, "No my child, I have other plans".

You are strong, you are not weak,
This live I gave, you must now keep.
And then I drifted off to sleep.

By Gloria Collins 
 1997 
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