Back to Life

I wanted to share an experience I had last night. It goes to show the power of dreams and perhaps how God speaks to us in mysterious ways. Dream on and believe!

I remember that day in November
Before the snow began to fall
Hit me like a cannon ball
She said it was over
There was no turning back.

Now I’m searching
Trying to find what’s left
Of my heart
Because this whole process
Has left it cold and dead
in my chest.

But today is April
and spring has found me
Like the trees outside,
Budding back to life.

Back to life
Like my Savior
Emerging from a tomb at Easter
With wings from heaven
Some day I hope to fly again
On the wind of God’s own breathe
But until that time,
I’m slowly coming back to life.

Snow came in December
Chilled me to the bone
Not a dime in my pocket
Because the bills,
like drifts kept piling
And she kept screaming
“It’s all your fault I’m dealing,
with this heavy load alone.”

And now it’s four in the morning;
Can’t sleep from all the dreaming
Of days gone by.
Left me cold as a stone
Buried in the ground.
But now I’m just plain tired
In need of a way back home,
Away from this dying.
So I’m praying
Slowly coming back to life.

Back to life
Like my Savior
Emerging from a tomb at Easter
With wings from heaven
Some day I hope to fly again
On the wind of God’s own breathe
But until that time,
I’m slowly coming back to life…

Slowly coming back to life
Coming back to life
Back to life
To life
To life…
Life!
Amen.

- D.A. Wittler 4/16/2013