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If Only I Could Live In My Dreams | November 3, 2008

If Only I Could Live In My Dreams

Yo check this, last night I had a dream.
A dream where I was sitting on the beach, just thinking.
Thinking how great it is to just to be able to think.
And how great it is to able to put these thoughts in ink.
As each imagine in my mind is magically written out in words
These electrical surges going from my mind to my hand
As the imagines become figures, only in forms of letters
And each combination of letters become a word
And each word holds an emotion, connecting my feeling with inanimate things
And suddenly a voice starts talking, telling me
These words are bullets, and my mouth is the gun
Where the bullets not only puncture the body, but also the soul
And not as the worldly bullets can only be used once.
These bullets can be used as many times as you want.
And the voice keeps talking, saying these bullets are for His use
You see, the world’s gun is misused, only shot to kill
But His bullets puncture your heart to keep you alive and that’s for real
So each word that I write, it’s ammunition for His kingdom
See as you’re listening now, you’re being shot, but not shot to death
You’re being shot with breath,
And with each breath comes life
And the funny thing about this life, is that even after you die, you live
Then out of nowhere the voice revealed itself
But in the form of the cross
And all I could do was kneel and say that I’m lost
See I wasn’t at the beach, I was lost with no hope
And at the foot of the cross, there was a note
Saying, “Follow me…” and a path appeared
And then it said, “Use my bullets to take down all your fear…”
So I spread these bullets, not for me, but for Him
So you can spread them too. Yeah…