Dreamscape

If tonight my soul should be required of me, and I don't wake up tomorrow

Lord, help my children stand strong and free, and shield them from their sorrow...



Last night I cried in the middle of a dream

for last night I died in the middle of a dream

A calm, soothing voice whispered "Death will be brief..."

as I laid next to my body in disbelief

I got up and stood over what used to be me

and I looked so content...I looked so free

Though it was me that I was watching, I was far, far away

but I didn't want to leave...yet I knew I couldn't stay

I looked to the left of me and I looked to the right

and my two youngest children were holding me tight

The middle of the night is when a dreamer dreams

but I knew come light there would be a chorus of screams

It seems death is never welcome, as it always causes pain

and I could no longer be their umbrella when my kids were standing in the rain

and as vain as it may seem, prideful as it may sound

my kids gained strength when daddy was around

Yet they also gave me strength, they balanced the ebb and the flow

and they taught me life-lessons that I didn't even know

I'd say "Walk it off, be a man like daddy always did"

"But I'm not a man, dad, I'm an eight year old kid"

Truer words were never spoken

and now I float here, feeling broken

looking down on part of God's graces

Will I ever hear their laughter...see their smiling little faces

The hereafter awaits and the pull is getting stronger

but can't happily-ever-after wait just a little longer

We live, we die, we testify

Forgive me now, my final goodbye

Tears in my eyes as I rise up above

closer and closer to everlasting love

Fading to black, never coming back

but then my soul lurches violently from a sudden attack

Stopped dead in my tracks by the demons from below

as they grab and they pull, and they're not letting go

and I'm falling and I'm sinking back down to earth

and my life is flashing backwards from death to birth

I'm plucked from the womb, and I'm stuck in a tomb

and I hear the drums boom towards unending doom

Why hast Thou forsaken me

Dear God in heaven please set me free

and as I'm screaming and I'm dreaming and I'm out of control

I see one lost and lonely and crying soul

With a frantic gasp, I make a stand

and desperately I grasp her hand

and though the demons were crafty and the demons were clever

the girl and I prayed..."Lord, now more than ever"

"You promised that you'd save us, never to condemn"

"For where two or three gather in my name, there am I among them"

The demons let out a roar like never before

but God sent an army of angels, and they were ready to war

With a brutality mentality the angels ended the fight

and our souls were saved at quarter-past midnight

There was a silence after the violence, a calm after the grim

and Christ let us know that we were precious to him

and just before we crossed the celestial grids

the Lord allowed me to spend time with all six of my kids

and within my dream, I entered their dreams

and we ran and we played through fields and streams

Though it was only for a moment, that moment never ended

for Christ gave me time...time suspended

A lucid eternity that only God could shape

Within my mind he let me find a divine dreamscape...