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The Messenger

I see a vision..

I am standing in a field

Of grass 

With lilies all around;

A brilliant light shines 

Down from Heaven

And I hear a sound

A voice like oceans 

Says to me,

"I've chosen you this day,

Go, bring my children,

Gather them here,

I have something to say."

Before I obeyed 

His request, 

I looked,

And I beheld

A group of 

People

Drawn to me;

My inner light 

Compelled

Them to come

To where I was,

And they ran up

To me;

Then Yah let down

A cloud to us,

And motioned us,

"Come see,"

As I looked back

To those who came,

I saw fear

In their eyes,

I smiled,

For they had

Yet to see

Their treasure 

In the skies.

I lifted them

Into His hands

With superhuman 

Grace;

He strengthened me

And gave me smiles

To place upon each

Face.

I take my vision

As a sign 

Of things still yet

To come;

I am His mirror 

He'll use me 

To guide them to

Freedom. 

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