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Last night I dreamed I went to Heaven
My time on earth was through.
And as I admired God's glorious land
I began to look for you.

I knew that before I was called home,
Your time had come to die.
But as I searched in every mansion,
In helplessness I asked Him "Why?"

I began to remember how close we were
When in this world we lived.
But then I remembered that never once
Did we talk about God's Gift.

Then in an instant I was transferred
To a place that was void of God.
The screams and cries got louder and louder,
The flames were high and hot.

Then a voice said "You desired to see
The friend that you once loved.
He's down here with Satan where people go
Who knew not the Lord above."

Then I saw you walking through
The flames that lept so high,
Picking up bodies by the head
And looking them in the eyes.

Someone said you were looking for
The preachers who lied to you.
Then I remembered how you went to church,
At least a time or two.

Then I went back to where Jesus was,
And cried that now I knew:
You'd spend forever in a place called Hell.
If only I'd witnessed to you!

Then I awoke and realized
It all was just a dream.
Now I have another chance;
It's not as bad as it had seemed.

God said "I've told you what to do.
Go and share My Word.
One can't have faith and believe
In something they've never heard."

I thanked Him for another day,
An opportunity to serve my Lord,
And a chance to do what I neglected
All the days that went before.

 

 

 

 

 


``````````````````````````````````````````````````````` The Teacup >Author Unknown > >A couple vacationing in Europe went strolling down a little street and saw >a quaint little gift shop with a beautiful teacup in the window. The lady >collected teacups and she wanted this one for her collection, so she went >inside to buy the teacup, and as the story goes the teacup spoke and said - > >"I want you to know that I have not always looked like this. It took the >process of pain to bring me to this point. You see, there was a time when I >was just clay and the Master came and he pounded me and he squeezed me and >he kneaded me and I screamed: "STOP THAT!!". But he just smiled and said, >"Not yet". > >Then he took me and put me on the shelf and I went round and round and >round and round...and while I was spinning and getting dizzier and dizzier >I screamed again and I said, "Please get me off this thing...please get me >off!!!" And the Master was looking at me and he was smiling, as he said, >"Not yet". > >Then he took me and walked toward the oven and shut the door and turned up >the heat and I could see him through the window of the oven and it was >getting hotter and hotter and I thought, "He's going to burn me to >death!!". > >And I started pounding on the inside of the oven and I said, "Master, let >me out, let me out, let me out!!", and I could see that he was smiling as >he said "Not yet". Then he opened the door and I was fresh and free and he >took me out of the oven and he put me on the table and then he got some >paint and a paintbrush. > >He started dabbing me and making swirls all over me and I started to gag >and I said: "Master, stop it.. stop it.. stop it please...you're making me >gag". He just smiled as he said "not yet". > >Then very gently he picked me up again and he started walking toward the >oven and I said, "Master, NO!! Not again, pleeeease!!". He opened the oven >door and he slipped me inside and he shut the door and this time he turned >the heat up twice as hot as before and I thought, "He's going to kill >me!!", and I looked through the window of the oven and I started to pound >on it, saying, "Master... Master, please let me out... please let me out... >let me out!!". > >I could see that he was smiling but I also noticed a tear trickle down his >cheek as I watched him mouth the words, "Not yet!!" > >Just as I thought I was about to die, the door opened and he reached in >ever so gently and took me out, fresh and free and he went and placed me on >a high shelf and he said: "There, I have created what I intended. Would you >like to see your yourself?" I said, "Yes". He handed me a mirror and I >looked and I looked again and I said, "That's not me, I'm just a lump of >clay". > >He said, "Yes, that IS you, but it took the process of pain to bring you to >this place. You see, had I not worked you when you were clay, then you >would have dried up. > >If I had not subjected you to the stress of the wheel you would have >crumbled. >If I had not put you into the heat of the oven you would have cracked. >If I had not painted you there would be no colour in your life. >But, it was the second oven that gave you the strength to endure. >Now you are everything I intended you to be - from the beginning." >And I, the teacup, heard myself saying something I never thought I would >hear myself saying, "Master, forgive me, I did not trust you. >I thought you were going to harm me, I did not know you had a glorious >future and a hope for me. I was too shortsighted, but I want to thank you. > >I want to thank you for the suffering. >I want to thank you for the process of pain. >Here I am! I give you myself - fill me; pour from me, use me as you see >fit. >I really want to be a vessel that brings you glory within my life." >***************************************************************** >Sherry's Inspirational list: >I don't write 'em, I just pass them on. > >To Subscribe: >Email to: >INSPIRATIONAL@ChristianEMailService.com >With a Subject of: Subscribe > >To Unsubscribe: >Email to: >INSPIRATIONAL@ChristianEMailService.com >Check out my home page: http://members.aol.com/smkeith/index.html >It is good to have an end to journey toward; but in the end it's the >journey that matters.