Nothing's ever what it seems,
I wait around 'cause in my dreams,
you're something more than what I am
not Spam 'n eggs, green eggs or ham
but what I've dreamed in slumber's car
is not beyond the farthest star
but just above the highest cloud
where frozen skies can't scream out loud
or laugh or cry or live or die
or touch the apple of His eye
or grasp a thought, and catch a smile
or take a nap and rest a while
or lie outside in fresh cut grass
the summer sun, the day to pass
and when I'm rested, let it go
autumn comes and then the snow
life is short, and I am smitten
but hardly had the fruit been bitten
anger cuts the evening short
hopes and dreams meet TV sport
angry tones, a hot debate
and deep-set hurt will always wait
words are spoken, much regret
at least you're free now from the net
darkness comes but evening's fires
thaw the chill, and warm desires
hope for love, a life so sweet
calms the rage and stirs the heat
not so fast, the damage done
the fear rekindled in His son
faith moves mountains, this one still
cannot be moved beyond his will
all I wanted, something good
something blessed, a God who could
give me more than fleeting hope
far beyond my simple scope
and looking at that brightest star
reminded what a fool I ARE
I wish I may and wish I might
not have the thing I had tonight
to leave it to the Greatest One
is often hard and not much fun
less difficult, yet worse to take
is love's enormous bellyache
reminded there's a better plan
a place within His loving hand
and taken there one autumn day
the dream's allure just fell away
what I had thought 'true love' would be
far less than what He has for me
with oneness as it's greatest goal,
forgives the hurts and heals the soul
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 11:06 AM UTC
Nothing's ever what it seems,
I wait around 'cause in my dreams,
you're something more than what I am
not Spam 'n eggs, green eggs or ham
but what I've dreamed in slumber's car
is not beyond the farthest star
but just above the highest cloud
where frozen skies can't scream out loud
or laugh or cry or live or die
or touch the apple of His eye
or grasp a thought, and catch a smile
or take a nap and rest a while
or lie outside in fresh cut grass
the summer sun, the day to pass
and when I'm rested, let it go
autumn comes and then the snow
life is short, and I am smitten
but hardly had the fruit been bitten
anger cuts the evening short
hopes and dreams meet TV sport
angry tones, a hot debate
and deep-set hurt will always wait
words are spoken, much regret
at least you're free now from the net
darkness comes but evening's fires
thaw the chill, and warm desires
hope for love, a life so sweet
calms the rage and stirs the heat
not so fast, the damage done
the fear rekindled in His son
faith moves mountains, this one still
cannot be moved beyond his will
all I wanted, something good
something blessed, a God who could
give me more than fleeting hope
far beyond my simple scope
and looking at that brightest star
reminded what a fool I ARE
I wish I may and wish I might
not have the thing I had tonight
to leave it to the Greatest One
is often hard and not much fun
less difficult, yet worse to take
is love's enormous bellyache
reminded there's a better plan
a place within His loving hand
and taken there one autumn day
the dream's allure just fell away
what I had thought 'true love' would be
far less than what He has for me
with oneness as it's greatest goal,
forgives the hurts and heals the soul
'A work in progress': A time of growth wherein I had to learn to let go of a dream when it was not shared and let God do it His way. In the end I kept a friend.
