The angels descended
Caught in the spirit
They lifted me where I lie
Transported me
To the other side

I stood before a jury of three
Robed in black
There they questioned me
My tongue was numb
I could not speak
The answers were given to me

The jury then stepped out
I had no defense
I could not object
It made no sense

The jury returned
Robed in white
To welcome my soul
From darkness to light

The spirits rejoiced
I heard it in their voice
You may not think it so
But the jury makes the choice
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“Rejecting Jesus is like a fugitive who spends
all day running to hide.
You will face him after death.
He is the only Judge and Jury.”
Felix Wantang