One of the Chosen Few
One night I had a dream, I fell
In a dark pitch black hole, in a starless
Bible black cobble Street Town.
The pit so dark.
The wall is steep.
The night is so dark.
I whispered a prayer up to Heaven
I cried: Father hear my plea
and set me free.
I saw a bright shining light
coming down towards me
an Angel appeared dress in lily
White gown,
And with his graceful hands
he escorted me out two times
The third time I said 'Lord
Is this you? '
The Lord replied, 'yes my
beloved daughter, whom I love I
protect, and I would never leave
You, during your struggles, pain,
and temptation.
See I sent my Angel down
to rescue you, many are called
but few are chosen, and you are
One of the chosen few.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A free flight of creativity on winged imagination. Nicely penned with spiritual insight......