One Of The Chosen Few Poem by Hanna Maulseed

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.