The Dream

Because she grew tired so easily, 

She let herself dream,

And in the dreaming, 

She soared. 

Tell your story to the world, 

Open wide, your sails unfurl, 

Like a sweet, unhindered girl, 

Wear your pink and spin and twirl. 

Dreams are things for souls, like wings, 

Give us voice and songs to sing, 

Tell our heart why there's a sting, 

Binds the break and bears the sling. 

God made man a work of art,

Loved us through the dying part,

Sold His all to buy this heart,

Coaxed the beating then to start.

Breathed a dream deep there within,

Like an old church solemn hymn,

Sung like worship up to Him,

Soaring Spirit's sacred whim. 

Heart of dust follow to lust,       

Heart of Christ follow I must,

Old thing breaks open like crust,

Revealing flesh soft to the touch.

There's nothing here left to fear, 

A voice whispers in my ear, 

Laugh until your eyes flow tears, 

And reverse the broken years. 

What if deep within my core, 

Is dead sin that is no more, 

And the one I was once before,

Has walked out a forever door. 

Now what's left is pure glory, 

Hidden in flesh held story, 

Following the path before me, 

Full of faith forever I'll be.