My mind's racing.
My eyes saw beyond the natural.
I was in awe. Can this be real?
My mind slowed in reverb.
I saw a lion’s head on a lamb.
I rubbed my eyes. This isn’t real?
A window appeared before me.
The heavens, I peered into.
Water flowed from a throne.
People sat, wide grins on their faces.
Sparkled in white, dazzling clothing.
A King sat on a throne.
All bowed before Him.
I whispered to a heavenly being.
What is the King's Name?
He whispered back.
His name is Yahweh.
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Demie Beach
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I teach. I am a voracious reader and writer with over 8+ years of experience. I majored in Psychology and Management in college and I love to travel to new exciting places that will inspire me to write even better content.
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