The shady tree dipped and swayed over the bubbling stream.
With such a natural beauty, that it reminded me of a dream.
Of a dream I had a few nights ago,
of a place where love like my stream did flow.
And from every face that I could see,
Came a joyous, radiant glow.
Every where I dared to look, I saw His people running free.
He Himself watched over them, like my shady swaying tree.
I stood there staring, all amazed, only one questioned did begin to
ask.
Seeing the freedom all around... Who had accomplished this great task?
But before my lips could frame the words, I somehow already knew.
The answer was sitting there quietly, just within my view.
Because I could not see His face, I almost turned and ran.
But my soul that knows more than my miserable brain, whispered
" Wait, that is the Son of Man " D.J. Quinn 1994
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