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when your driving home from a friends house and you start thinking about life
death cab sing your soul to rest as the wind whispers in your ear stories about where it has been
the expressway rolls under your feet like a yoga ball
-i wonder why people are out so late- you think to yourself
you start to wonder where you will be next year, where will God take you
-will i be the same person?-
-will i hear what im hearing now?-
you finally start to relax.
you close your eyes and your car lifts off the ground and you find yourself soaring through the air
higher and higher you go, your hair dancing behind you
you approach a mountain and their sits Jesus. sitting on a cliff. high on a dark mountain but somehow you just know its him.
your car disappears as an invisible parachute lightly carries you to sit next to him.
nothing is said, no words are needed.
you sit next to him and watch the city until you fall asleep on his shoulder.
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