I stood in front of my own grave
light as I am and alive
and there was the name I was given
nameless as Iíve always been

and I was the one who was dreamed
longed for inside that life
with all its duty and weight,
I was the choice he made

to come again and redeem that time
to be the one who had been denied
(that some call Jesus, who was this I)

And I came in freedom to be
all a man can be having been
a man and a woman many times
but never this, here, now

gazing into a dark sea of ivy
under the branches of a great tree;
being the one who was dreamed

and the one who is dreaming me.


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