The perfect light arises from the shadows realm below. <br /> <br />The hidden world so far away, where thoughts unspoken go. <br /> <br />Where dreams are real and time stands still if only you believe. <br /> <br />In visions that test reality; things fools and children see. <br /> <br />Upon the all inclusive prayers of those who trust in love. <br /> <br />Rise words that speak of hope and peace, up to God above. <br /> <br />Across the great expanding sky a silent voice has spoken. <br /> <br />Bestowing ancient promises and crowns upon the chosen.<br /><br />Mark Normand<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-chosen-7/
