Divine Encountered.

The path was cobblestone, if I vaguely remember...
Or brick. Or gold.
Whichever comes first.

Anyways I'd like to get back to the point...
Of how I met this certain man.
From the back of a hearse.

I was dead. Long gone.
Far from being revived.
I had failed every doctor...
Far from being alive.

And all I recall there is the black of the room...
And all I recall there is sorrow and gloom.

They were crying, weeping, as I watched from above...
But that's when i realized - why are they surrounding my body?
I seemed tired, sleeping, as I watched from above...
Watching my body, carried away by black gloves...

But once again, let's get back to the story.
The true witness of this one spectacular man...
I know I'm not crazy, and I knew from that moment,
Just who and what fit their soft grooves in my hand.

We didn't speak, we didn't make sound...
And it seemed that the path floated still on the clouds...
He motioned to the stars, He motioned to the wind,
And they both came down as He started to ascend.

He spoke something to me, this wonderful man.
Something quiet, sincere, that I somehow couldn't hear...
I almost touched him, his incredible hand...
But I fell, fell away, gasping up from His array.

They can say it wasn't him, they can say, they can say...
But my friends and family all know that I arose on that day.