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I sat in a circle of angels.
A place I had not been before.
I heard the sweet choir of Heaven,
Sing praise to the Lord evermore.
They glowed like the sun in the Heavens.
A light with a warmth I adored.
I felt like a babe in a cradle.
Nestled in the arms of the Lord.
Their wings were as white as a snowflake.
Their eyes like the stars in the sky.
They each one, in turn, spoke so gently;
I blinked, as a tear filled my eye.
They called me to faith and to glory.
They spoke of the rains that I see.
They stated the rain sent from Heaven,
Were tears that they all shed for me.
I looked to the throne through my teardrops.
I blinked, for I barely could see.
The Lord, sat so regal in glory;
I slowly went down on my knee.
An angel said, 'Rise up and greet Him '.
One more, took my hand as I rose.
I stood as a servant before Him,
And wiped away tears from my nose.
The Lord, then reached out and He touched me.
Then, just as I looked in His eyes;
I found I was back in my bedroom,
Still wearing my mortal disguise.
The wisdom of knowing the Savior
Is more than I ever could tell.
But greater by far than the wisdom
Is knowing His love just as well.
Tis there, in a circle of angels;
The blessed, meet the Lord now and then.
Returning to earth with a yearning;
To bathe in His love, once again.
I have discontinued the voting option on this poem
because it has qualified for my Hall Of Fame due
to its popularity .
GREENWOLFE 1962
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