God inscribes us into His Book of Life
But I dreamt I saw the book of each person
It’s not just our deeds
But our hopes and dreams
Something of our reach
Of our essence
They were filled with wonder
And potential
And joy unbound
And once you read them
Even after they were closed
The joy had jumped off the pages
In the form of your loved ones
Here and gone
Singing
And you had only to run outside
To meet them
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