I travel through a corridor of mirrors,
there are no reflections for lack of light
Why can I not see myself?
have I lost my faith in sight
An aura forms before me,
a glimpse of light my mind can sense
Sweat flows from my pores like rivers,
the air was never so tense
A face forms before me,
a smile so very serene
Thunderous words I cannot hear,
what does this all mean?
I am Christ your saviour,
and you must listen with your heart
It is not yet your time,
not your time to part
So go back through the corridor,
and feel a sigh of relief
I only ask that when you arrive,
spread the word of your new belief..
By Nick Sym
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