Dreams....catch the glance of freedom's gaze. Too many hours of held and quiet space where time loses it's tick and melts within the cracks....no greater hope for yet gained by a miracle of one soul. Truly, heart cannot hear this sound....all racing tracks of destiny. Few pieces have found it's mate, one star stands alone. Little dove....peace within this mind is grasped. Forever tracing smiles and glances....picking up pictures of heaven's face.
Dreams....empty stories filled with grace. Toppled fences, walls broken down....grasp the brush of painting's place. Words abound in silence....meditate on one Father's speech. Lord whose hands withstand the break....holds the parsels of shattered waste, creates anew. Try the stands of candles light....touch the flame of sun's embrace. Eternal quests to find the end....forever searching earth's expanse. Lovely tragedy, is it so....or maybe destiny all it's own. Creating circles of what is....is He here like He was in the stillness in the sound?
Dreams....empty stories filled with grace. Toppled fences, walls broken down....grasp the brush of painting's place. Words abound in silence....meditate on one Father's speech. Lord whose hands withstand the break....holds the parsels of shattered waste, creates anew. Try the stands of candles light....touch the flame of sun's embrace. Eternal quests to find the end....forever searching earth's expanse. Lovely tragedy, is it so....or maybe destiny all it's own. Creating circles of what is....is He here like He was in the stillness in the sound?
Dreams....today, tomorrow, never yesterday. Future scenes graces swell....around this corner take the turn stake the claim. No fear in shadows....feathers touch the lips of those who wait who believe. Single drops of liquid glass....a lake at the feet of God. Feel the sudden change the atmosphere....rush of fragrance He is near. Taste the tastes of His romance....unleash the garments of praise. Roses, flowers, lilies wait on steps of gold....love's the path where does it go?
Dreams....at His feet there is much mercy. No flaw his hands hold....glory forms a dew on His crown like tears upon the ground. Face the master of design....creator of all as seen and heard and felt and known. Like giant angels that stand behind....their features like marbled stone. Beautiful is not enough....no word can capture what is. Eyes have not seen and stayed....those who see will die. Come alive sweet Jesus....come alive and take it all. Every part in every measure....what is this heart for?
Dreams....awaken the mystery. All surrounds the great song....all cannot hear the sound He makes. Whisper to us like wind on the water....open the ears break off their silence. Captivate the heart of man....sweep away the calloused waste of darkness. Truly holy is the only voice....only it can be expressed in this realm. Warrior one beat the drum....sound the tune you feel inside. It looses all you hold within....releasing, can you feel it taking in, letting go, breaking down, sweeping low?
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