The Dream

Last night I had a dream,  I stood in front of a cold steel door. 
I looked around to nothing in sight but an empty hard wood floor. 
No lights on a pure white ceiling , my voice echoed off unseen walls. 
I heard what sounded like rusty hinges from somewhere down the hall. 
A voice said "are you ready , its time to meet the king, 
I gazed in awe to the figure before me,  an angel with milk white wings. 
Understanding was beyond my comprehension , his words struck fear to my core. 
Looking around trying to run from a dream , we passed through the cold steel door. 
Fear had me by my throat,  an angel had my hand ,
As I stood there on my trembling knees , I seen the words " The Great I Am ". 
Who's going to represent this man ?
I looked to the angel holding my hand. 
But the judge said " Gabriel fetch his attorney,  its time to Finnish my plan. 
​​​​​​I felt peace take over my body , I heard a voice as smooth as silent, 
I felt the presence of a man by my side in a robe as white as milk. 
He said " Father I speak for this man,  his sins are mine to bear. 
He's lived his life in and out of jail as a result of Satan snare. 
He's loved,  he's hated , he's laughed,  he's cried ,barely surviving through desperate days. 
He's clawed his way through raging storms believing in me all the way. 
He forgave when forgiveness was needed,  Father,  accept my plea. 
Then I was flown back to my bed awakened from my dream. 
Sweat covered every inch of my skin then I realized I was blessed ,
At the image of a single white feather sitting on my prison desk.