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MY DREAM SAVIOUR
I have often a dream that I can’t ever forget. If you ask me what it is, I cannot describe that. It is without shape or form, Without sound or colour. It has no acts or faces Of heroes and valour. Yet my dream is not empty, I may truly say this. Each moment of my dream is Full of eternal bliss. For, in my dream I see a Brilliant, yet soothing light, Spread over a vast ocean That’s so serene, quiet. Waves of His grace in this sea Do alter my essence. In my dream I find myself Truly in His presence. Who can know the feeling when, One feels as if near God. If not waking, then, in dream, I have my Saviour got. * Written in abcb 7-6-7-6 format M C Gupta 22 Ocober 2003 * Written in abcb 7-6-7-6 format M C Gupta 22 Ocober 2003
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