| Him Part Seven And as I lie back against this tree, Remembering all that I did see, I can't help but think, "was it a dream?" No, no--it was real--and real it seemed. And I had lived to tell my story Of the beast's fall and of His glory. As I lie thinking, nearly napping, There comes a raven near me flapping. As it speaks, I begin to rejoice At the sound of His deep golden voice: "Neither shall there be any more pain For the former things are passed away." I will remember this until my last day And be safe from the beast with each prayer I pray. |