The air is dried and misty,

Dark purple faded leaves

All swiveled.



Absolutely nothing stirred

No one is there,

Not even a party going on.



From the land of the dead

A holding place engulfed

With the unsuspecting grip

Of the grim reaper.



I awakened shivering in

The dead of night,

It was a dream but excruciating

Pain persisted as a fight for my

Life brought forth the Great

Commander of the Armies of Heaven

As I was about to lose consciousness.



From the land of the dead

Where no one lives,

Abba Father spoke so passionately,

My child, I am the God of the living

And not the dead. Arise! I am ushering

You forth in the Resurrection Power

Of Jesus Christ!



From the land of the dead,

I stand in all my Victory in

Jesus Christ, and can never

Be the same!