Memory - Poem by Richard Merrell
I stand with a group of shining ones
Of their company I be;
In heaven we stand about and talk
Of things, concerning me.
Then in our midst the HOLY stands
Calls me by my name:
'Time for you to go down now'
Yes LORD is my refrain.
As I obey to shouts of praise
To GOD and only HIM;
I seem to be descending
The brightness does grow dim.
Then I awake into this world
As a child in shape and form
This MEMORY I relate to you
Existed before I was born.
This blessing in Lord Yeshua messiah
By the Holy Spirit received;
A revelation that GOD knew me
Before I was conceived! !
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