At three years old I had a dream of Jesus. He spoke to me, I do not remember His words, but I know someday I will. This is a poem about that experience.
The voice inside me calms my nerves,
speaks softly as my vision blurs.
Mine eyes land on a perfect sight so blinding,
All i see is white.
White light all around,
a tear slips out i make no sound.
i hear your voice soft and sweet,
lulling me to peaceful sleep.
A rough arm jostles me too,
waking me through and through.
"Stop," i yell, "let me be,"
"These are tears of joy for my Savior i see"
At three years old i say these words .
My mothers stunned by whats shes heard.
i know my Lord spoke,
in way only souls can hear.
drawing me closer, pulling me near.
At three my thoughts were full of play,
But even then the Lord called me to stay.
Devonne Ramer 2015