I have a meeting with God, I have a meeting with Yashua, the son of God the who died for me. Lately I haven't been feeling like myself, I don't smoke or drink trying to cope with the voices in my head. God why haven't you took me yet, devil seeming to have his way. Confusing the mind, trickery, sneaky like the snake he appeared to Jesus in, just trying to find you, reach you, want to find you, I've already been seeking you, guess I'm not seeking hard enough, not much dedication, down here I need motivation, lack of supplication, I forgot I got a meeting with God. Closing my vision drifting into the heavens at the highest demension, open my eyes, I walk up to this mountain seeming at a height of heaven, same mountain Moses stood. I hear a voice in my spirit say my child tell my people my son will return, tell them he's on the way to new Jesruslem, where everything will be right, beautiful in thine eyesight, I nod my head as the silent words wihsper to my spirit, I then feel a hand on my shoulder, standing beside me is the son spirit, I can't see his face but he appears to me in a black imagine, I'm stunned his skin complection is dark as mine, distinctive facial features, a warm smile, locks, he appears to me in the imagine of how I invision him.
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