Grief

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Preface: This poem reflects a detailed dream/vision that I had of my mother after she died young at 50 from cancer years ago. I was concerned for her eternal salvation with God, and a few months later, God honored my prayers and gave me a highly-detailed vision (still working on writing it out in full detail). The poem below is a summary of the conversation and/or transferred understanding that took place.
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Mum, is it you?
Really, you I dare say?
�Yes, it is my dear child�
But have you not passed away?

�Oh yes, but am living
My soul is at rest�
Have you seen Jesus?
Have you been blessed?

�Yes to the last and
As well to the first
I am waiting with joy
For the second rebirth�

Rebirth � what is that?
I thought death forever �
�Oh, it�s true but there is
Revelation�s endeavour�

Revelation�s endeavour?
What on earth could that be?
�The rapture, my love,
Of the Bride of Thee�

The rapture � Oh my!
In hope do I thrive?
�Of course � for your soul
Is destined Divine�

When, my dear Mum?
What signs will proclaim
The glorious return
Of Christ�s awesome reign?

�The signs my dear child
Are in God�s Holy Word
The time unexpected
Of His own return�

�We will meet in the sky
You first to rise up
With Christ I�ll descend
To meet you abrupt�

I�m amazed my dear Mum
To hear such great news
To live by the standards
Of eternal values

�My mission, my child
Was to rear you in Truth
To guide and correct you
To protect from the wolf�

The wolf � you mean satan
Our vile enemy?
You�ve taught we�re victorious
When Christ is our plea

�Oh yes, my dear child
You do understand
That those who Love Christ
Are rewarded at hand�

Thank you, dear Mum �
Should I thank Jesus too
For sending me vision
Of His Truth with you?

�He is the Almighty
Please never forget -
I�ll see you soon, dear
When He comes for His blessed�






Copyright 1996 by CF

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