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Last night Jesus came to me, His answer to my prayer
He came to comfort me, In a moment of despair
I felt His breath upon my cheek, as He spoke softly to me
“No worries for your soul, I came to comfort thee”
“My angels encircle you, Their touch a caress”
“Nothing will hold you back, you are one of the blessed”
I saw Jesus last night, I touched the Hand of Christ
A vision, He sent to me, letting me know I can rest
Gently He touched my cheek, with His soft breath
The Hand of Christ I have held, I’ve been richly blessed
My feet will touch the streets of gold
It will be a day of celebration
With a host of angels, I will dance
Jesus is my inspiration
Christ is coming back and with the angels I will soar
Rising up toward Heaven, God’s Kingdom I’ll explore
He said “Come unto Me” and reached with His hand
“Once you were lost, but with Me you now stand”
I am going to rise up, Nothing will hold me back
Once I was lost, But now I am on track
We’re having a revelation. The sky parted, like the Red Sea
I asked the Lord for a sign, He painted this vision for me
In God’s arena we will gather, His prophecy fulfilled
This is the second coming, Praise God, I have chills
Christ is coming back, and with the Angels I will fly
I heard a trumpet sound, as Christ parted the sky
“Along with my angels, I command you to rise”
A soldier in His army, I am one of His tribe
Looking down, I saw faces, Brothers and Sisters in Christ
All were fueled with the Light of Jesus, Their faith stayed good and strong.
One by one, they joined me, For Christ had come, to take us home
Renee Robinson
My mother was in the hospital a little while back. While there, she was scared. She began to pray and asked God for a sign that her soul was saved. Within just minutes, she had a vision. It gave her such comfort. She has never forgotten it. I asked her to tell me of her vision so that I could write a song when I felt moved to do so. I have kept the story of her vision in wordpress for a few months. Every time I tried to write about it, the words just wouldn’t come. Finally, I decided to do what I always do. I waited until the words just “came” to me. I believe, when I write spiritual poetry, songs or stories, my words are of God. He gives me these words when they are meant to be heard. Maybe this song is not just for my mom. Maybe it is for one of you. May God bless and touch you all. – Renee
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