Fourth Dimension.

This is the place
Where my mess
Was made into a
Message.

If you dare,
Enter it,
And let the one who rules it
Transform you.

The door is open,
But one day,
It will be shut forever.

Time is precious.
If you're not going to seize it,
Your
Present
Will be killed,
Stolen, and
Destroyed.

Don't let him take it away from it.

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When I enter,
I see from afar
How the train of

His robe
Fills this place with
Glory.

And as I walk closer,
The path shines brighter and brighter.

I have to squint my eyes.
My flesh and bones
They seem to be failing in the growing heat.
It's getting uncomfortable.

But I want to go deeper.
And the farther I press in,
I seem to lose myself.

Then suddenly,
My eyes are blinded by a burst of magnificence.
An invisible weight comes upon me
I cannot stand
But only lay on the ground.
And I can feel something working in me.

As I open my eyes,
And get on my feet.
I find new strength in me.

I look up
And I see him.
And all I want to do
Is to smile,
Take his hand
And say,

'Yes, I will never let go.
Cos I know the work that you've begun in me,
You will not stop working
Till the day of completion.

You made my mess into a message.

And in my imperfection
I make more mess.
But you can use it
And make it
Into a message
So the world will know
That you live.'

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