In connection with eternity, I had lost all of mortality. I moved with a higher velocity Beyond the skies of the earthly. As I came closer to divinity, I wondered so drastically I had heard of the Trinity But it made no sense in reality. Soon, I stood before the Almighty. Like a specimen in his habitat naturally. I fell flat trembling trepidly. Could this be the Author of Creativity? The owner of every authority! The One in whose image I was made lovingly The angelic atmosphere was of high intensity Perfumed with a hundred percent purity I was full of curiosity. But I felt so bad and filthy All I could ask for was mercy. Doom was my property. I really was not worthy. For I was so dusty and dirty. A stream of blood gushed suddenly And I dipped my unrighteous me in soberly It was a scene really bloody But what happened was a mystery I came out white and neatly Crystal pure and holy Now I felt happy Living by grace for his glory The rest is history As I am filled with joy daily. I invite you honestly To partake wholly Of such heavenly Experience quickly. Be saved b4 it gets out of hand friends.