-=The Old Man=-
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I dreamt this dream long ago
When youth was on my side
Control of my dreams I had
The past, the future, love and pain
Of these I commanded.
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When I was 5
Everything all my dreams were of good.
As I aged, I gained more control
At 6, I could feel the things that I dreamt
7, I could relive the past
At 8, my strength grew in these abilities
At 9, I mastered all my dreams
Till 13, no one knew of my control
My pride was at its highest
I dreamt a dream of such joy...
A boy asked me, "why so proud"
Telling him everything
We were friends in seconds
16, was when the pain started
I started going to church
With that boyhood friend
The preacher was interesting
So I kept coming
Not all was so nice
I surrounded myself with wrong
wrong people, wrong doings, wrong thoughts
Of the future I then gained control
My dreams of joy now crooked in its ways, now
Dreams of Power
Dreams of Money
Dreams of Women, and the pleasures there in
I had control
At 17, my life was shit
My friends concern grew every day
He asked one day
I told him with pride
What I could now do
A face of concern, now of sadness
I asked him of his pain
His eyes were closed, and his head was bowed
Rising quickly, with a smile
He said, "Dream of Jesus, only if you total control can you do this"
At first I was shocked
The I felt, stupid & angry
Why didn't I think of this
Did he question my abilities?
These were my thoughts
That night I dreampt
A deep dream.
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I created a cabin
Surrounded by montains
With a stream through the center
By that stream I created a stump
Recalling my friends words
My anger grow again
With hast I created a tired old ragged man
With a torn robe, broken sandles, and a fishing rod in his hand
Sat he there
A man of no worth
With a shrug of my shoulders I approuched him
When I was closs
He turned his head toward me
I opend my mouth
With questions bubbling out
In mid-sentence he cut me off
And asked, "Why?"
Now that I can look back on that dream
I began to notice
What I did not.
I now relize
I had lost all control when I created him
Did I make him?
Before I could answer his question
The old man rose from the stump
The robe, the sandles, the rod fell away
Replaced with a light brighter then the sun
I tried to flee, but could not
"WHY?" boomed a voice
Mumbling I fell to my knees
Thunder still
"Control have you no longer. Your dreams are now mine rule."
The thunder fell away
Replaced now with a voice of a mother.
So soft, so gentle
Crying now I went limp
His arms around me
He brought my head to his breast
"Forgiven you are my son"
I snapped awake
My friend by my side
I looked around
The door and windows still locked
Turning back
My friend I knew was gone
Replaced with an angle of light
Raising his hand
To qwell my speach
He spoke saying
"Now Christ Rules your life"
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