Ascension To Ascending

Ascension To Ascending


A silhouette,
I saw standing there.

I was amazed but astonished,
then I fell to my knees.

My eyes full of tears,
making it harder to see.

The silhouette I saw there,
now was coming closer to me.

I felt my body lifting,
as I looked up above.

My body now ascending,
I was filled complete with love.

I felt a presence there,
that I haven't felt before.

Then a Voice had spoken,
it was opening a door.

I felt a Hand upon me,
I looked straight up above.

My God the Father, with His Son,
had chosen me to love.

I find myself with guidance,
the Holy Spirit lead the way.

Speaking in the tongues.
only they could convey.

I'm saved to the Holy land,
I have doubted would be.

I had caused so much trouble,
only trouble to have found me.

That I was understanding,
that I had been redefined.

If it wasn't for Him,
I surely would have died.

Then He was in me,
with more love then I ever felt.

It was then I wasn't finished yet,
then sent me back.

To have the blood of Jesus,
is somewhat being rare.

I'm Blessed to have Them,
inner, to my being there.

They live within me,

- I love you God -

- I love your Son -

I love your Spirit,
inside.

Thank you Jesus,

For all that You are!

I love you.

| Copyright © | William Darnell Sr. |  

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 Year Posted 2016-2020 |

Source - PoetrySoup

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