Music Boxes of Love: There came a SOUND from heaven.

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This is especially written here for someone called "Mercy" ......seems like I remember her,
but I have not seen her around here lately, but I did dream about her name.

This is my dream and the poem that followed........

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My real daddy was a "Closed Communion" Baptist that really believed in the Lord.
More than that, He really LIVED it.  About the most I ever saw from him that was
memorable in the negative sense was the time he threatened my mama with
throwing the Sears Roebuck catalogue. ha  If he ever was bothered about anything,
the only thing he'd do is resort to the porch swing.  I sang at my daddys funeral
and he had picked out the songs, everything, just had not mentioned the singer
but I knew he wanted "me" to do it if I was strong enough.  I was.  My kids at that
time could not understand why I had not cried.  I remember my daddy saying to me
once, "But sis, how you gonna get IN the Spirit unless the Lord puts you there?"
Often we would hear him in his sleep praising God!  That's how REAL God was
to him.  Then when he went to the other side, I have seen him a few times, he is
never saying a word, but smiling and pointing.  I know WHO he represents. 

I too have been dealt with by God many times IN MY SLEEP.  I was thinking of
daddy and his "closed communion" belief recently after I had a dream that
pertained to a bunch of sweethearts I gather with on another forum and since it is girltalk a lot, she
does keep it private and my dream "was" about that group, but I wanted to
tell my dream other places because I know that there are MORE than just
the ones there.  But that "communion" sure was sweet.  I was dreaming of
MUSIC boxes of all things, saw each ones names written thereon, and I could
"smell" the aroma of sweetness.  LOVE is a sweet smelling savor and the
SOUND of Love inspired me to write the following little poem.

I hope you enjoy it. I called it:

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MUSIC BOXES OF LOVE



A sweet smelling aroma

A music box of Love

A being in the heavens

A soul from UP above





A peek into the heart of HIM

A glance into the soul

A place where there is unity

A place where we are whole





And so you are there written

With Spirit that He gave

Upon the heart He gave to me

And hidden in "this" cave!





To all my friends here........

I have fond memories.


Cardinal

 :cloud9: Beautiful RLV...... :thumbsup: :HeartThrob:
"I would rather train twenty men to pray, than a thousand to preach; A minister's highest mission ought to be to teach his people to pray." -H. MacGregor

hopeful

Hello, RLV,

The Mercy you're remembering used to be the administrator here and Mercy is her real name.  I don't think she's reading here anymore, so would you like me to send your dream and poem to her by e-mail?

:HeartThrob:

Holly

Redlettervoice