The Dream

The Dream

By Jerry Browning

I dreamed last night I was on a hill overlooking a great city
And down below was a crowd of men gathered ‘round one Man in pity.
On His head He wore a crown of thorns, on His back, a cross He bore.
The sky was gray and the wind stood still, seems I’d heard this tale before.

Before too long they reached the top where I stood in silent fear
I cried in vain for them to stop but it seemed no one could hear.

They laid the Man on the cross and stretched His weary hands
The tears and pain of the mourning crowd could be heard across the land.
I moved ‘til I was close enough to see there on the ground
The nails they’d used to pierce His flesh, now silence all around.

Each nail held a word or two, ‘twas etched in solid gold
The first nail it said “jealousy”, the second said “lies told”.

The tears began to fill my eyes, to see I had to strain
The third nail it said “jealously” and the last one bore my name.
He took upon Him all the sins of all who could ever be
He died because of things I’d done and not because I’m “me.”

“Dear God,” I cried, “Now I understand just why you had to die.”
The fools of all the universe will always question “Why.”

I woke within the silence of the night and quietly
I knelt and thanked the Savior Who had died to set me free.