I close my eyes and open them to a new sight
Entering into this paralytic appeal...
Humming to the drumming sounds of twisted vines
Tapping my face and making me blink as I pass by.
Black forest stretching forever, stretching on...
My white gown's hem is tattered as it is torn...
Being grabbed and breathed through by gnarled roots.
They whisper as I walk.
Music in the distance
Eerie and stalking my intentions.
I can feel them near
In the shadows of this thick serenity.
I walk I step my toes so sure
Placing them silently softly along this meandering path
What would seem lost to the rest... I find such with ease.
I've walked this corridor before.
... ... ... Though it is not as serene as when I stood here then.
I pause and look up at the canopy of black leaves reaching hundreds of yards above
They seemingly try to climb air and tear down the midnight sky.
Wind blows gently
My long hair wisps about my face ahead of me
Urging me with subtle grace...
My hands open and I brush against the trees' bark as I continue down this path.
Hours seem to pass and the music beats faster
Interupting the cadence of my heart's beat
I know it's ancient tune
It led me to my tomb.
Wrapped in linen sheets...
I walked out of my grave in light
Searching for my part in this:
Listening no more to what the shadows would have me hear
No more no more to what they would have me become.
My fingernails are clear and the dirt beneath them disappeared.
I am vigilante and onward in my increasing flame.
This Black forest cannot hold me.
I walk against it's drum.
Within me, It disrupts the shadowen cackle
And they stare at me with contempt.
They chide me with visions of my loved ones being tortured in hell
They condemn me for failure to see...
I listen not.
They touch my skin and disappear
Only to brush against me once again
They seek a looseness in my chain
But I have come bearing a new claim.
I smile gently to myself...
My Creator be within.
I come to a clearing...
The music stops... the silence comes alive throughout the night.
Among charred leaves and ash there lay a pedestal
And the pedestal was made of onyx and silver.
Ruby melted into vines entangle it from the earth up,
Seemingly embracing the surface of ivory and gold
Saphire eyes search my gaze from the centre of it's face
And an hourglass is engraved on all four sides,
Each one with less and then lesser grains of sand within.
It stands before me
I dare to stretch forth my hand
And as I do the dark figures twelve feet tall emerge
They step out from behind the thick based trees
Silent they penetrate me with their stares
I can feel their hot sulfuric breath as they try to search my soul
I look up into the sky
I can see it in this clearing
And the stars shine so brightly
I praise their Creator.
Hands down at my side, I lift them slightly
And then above my head as I twirl and reflect the full moon's radiance.
Slowly I hum worship to my Lord.
The many figures seem to triple in countenance and yet...
They stand where they are
Unable to grip me in their lavender talons.
It makes me want to laugh with joy
Not of disdain, but of complete numbness to their calamity.
Bought by death We prevail.
And I am not the only one any more.
The pedestal glows and the ruby vines shrink into the earth.
Ivory and gold solidify and the stone crumbles away
And the silver falls to the ash at my feet.
Ivory and gold mesh together and a Book is formed
Out of the Wind it materializes before my eyes
The cloaked ones immovable.
I stretch forth my hand one more time
And I take up the Book.
I begin to read its pages and the Black forest fades away
I read the Words out loud and the giants cloaked in darkness flee
They have necessity to bear witness to this.
In trinkling laughter I sing the words boldly
I love my Jesus
I love my Savior
I love my Jesus
And all shall bow to Him forever,
Both fallen and risen alike.
... ... ... So see...
I close my eyes in peace
And I wake up in my bed
The words of this song within my heart
And dancing on my lips.
I love my Savior.
