I had a dream last night,
that Jesus came to me;
His Glory shone so brightly,
it was hard for me to see.
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"Could Jesus really be here,"
I wondered in my dream;"
And then I heard His voice,
calling out to me.
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"I need you to reach others,
those who are unsaved;
Tell them that I love them,
and do not be afraid.
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Tell them how I lived,
and tell them how I died;
Tell them it was worth it,
to save one single life.
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Tell them I bring Hope,
to all men, everywhere;
Tell them I can save them,
from the Grave they can be spared."
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Then I suddenly awakened,
my heart was full of Peace;
"I'll tell them all, dear Jesus,
and I'll preach it from the street."

Wrap the bones
of wicked men
and gravel it below

Coat with sand
and dampened soil
nay let a white bestow

Sow a seed
of blossom blood
in center of the ground

Watch it spread
to heaven's eye
'til no grave is to found

Its dark,
Dark as night without shining star and brightening moon,
Neither lights nor lamps on,
North south east west,
Any direction I turn;
If someone near, if you can hear,
Please answer my fear,
Is this day or night, why am I here?
Why is my whole body shrouded in white linen?
My family, where have they gone?
No response,
Still Silence..... Can’t be defined, only be felt,
No sound I hear, not even my own heartbeat;
I am left to live here alone,
Does not matter, my eyes kept closed or open,
Dark and silence, not so good companions;
My first and new experience,
But shall remain for eternity.,
"Silence of the grave", "Dead silence",
The idioms now make sense;

While dirt piled beneath my nails I clawed at your grave all night,
breaking my back until your blackened and dismantling coffin was in sight.

The weeds circling your tomb stone danced without appearing mundane,
as the freezing wind called to you, howling out your name.

I pried open your wooden door that had been etched with two dates,
and I knew that what had happened to you would soon be both our fates.

I thought back to the day when I found out you took your life,
and with hopes of mimicking you in sorrow, I keep a gun to my side.

Slowly I crawled in next to you, with just enough room for two,
and I looked up beyond the trees and saw a sky painted dark blue.

And in this moment at last, I felt completed by your side,
then I shut the door, pulled the trigger, and never said goodbye.