The Dream Poem by Randy McClave

I went to bed the other night
And woke up with a terrible fright,
I dreamed that I saw Christ the Lord
And I helped nail Him to the board.
Pain and agony in his eye
And me a wishing He would only die,
For what kind of GOD could he be
If He even couldn't set himself free.

The hours for Christ went slowly on by
Jesus surely must wish to die,
Some people began to laugh and some to cry
This man called Christ, must surely wish to die.

Then lightning shown and thunder was heard
Christ began to speak a word,
My body my blood I just have gave
So, your souls they all could be saved.
Some people quietened and some began to cry
For our salvation Jesus Christ must die,
But now there emotions they must hide
For Jesus Christ had just then died.

The years for me went slowly on by
And I was on my death bed awaiting to die.
Then death it came into my house
It crept so quietly in just like a mouse,
Then I awoke in a terrible sweat
I dreamed GOD Almighty I just had met
He said you didn't accept Christ my Son as your salvation
So in HELL, you shall burn in damnation.
I began to shiver and to shake
I didn't want to burn in Hell's fiery lake
So, I wrote this dream into a song
So, in salvation you couldn't go wrong.

Randy L. McClave