CHRISTIAN DREAMER

By chance, I happened
Upon a room, one day.
In it I found, to my surprise
and much to my dismay...

It was filled with little twinkling stars
That I could touch and feel.
And, as it were, they would open.
Not a dream; it seem so very real.

I gathered one
Amid, it fell open to my touch
And, then, appearing before me ~
The Saviour that I loved so much.

I was so amazed and in awe.
Not a dream, but the Saviours face.
Not just a longed for hope or dream;
He was here, in this very place.

He was bigger than life,
His beauty surpassed by none.
This was my Christ, my Lord
Jesus; my Jesus, God's only Son.

He pointed to the other stars
And handed one to me.
"Open, my child, and be blessed.
These are dreams, preserved for you, by Me."

I held the star in trembling hands,
As it opened for me to see.
There, the dream of a forgotten missionary;
Just who I had dreamed to be.

"But, Lord," I said,
"That dream had died so long ago.
I couldn't become that person;
As so well, You only know."

"Your dream was not forgotten,
Just the path has taken a different way.
You have become a missionary,
Every time you kneel to pray.

Here, take another star.
These are your hopes and dreams.
Some, you have seen come to pass.
Others, you thought had died, or so it seems."

The next was my little boy,
How I had dreamed big for him.
He was your bright and shinning star.
His light, since death, has not gone dim.

No, he didn't live to become
The man you had dreamed he would be.
But, he has left you life and laughter;
Since He came to live with me.

Go ahead and cry your tears.
For, they are counted too.
They are saved, among the stars,
With the hopes and dreams saved for you.

Though, many times,
You thought wasted dreams were for naught;
Never were they wasted, my child. Even those
Flung unto space - in my hands were caught.

Maybe your dreams took a different turn
Than the way you wanted to take;
Some buried with tears, in graves of despair,
But given up for my Sake.

So, my child, linger here
Among your hopes and dreams.
For, none is really past
Things aren't always as it seems.

Go ahead and dream on, my child.
For, you are truly blest with many.
Some will come to pass and some will not.
None are wasted, no; not any.

Some will change in form,
Different from the way you planned.
But know this, my child,
They are all found within my nail scared hand.

Never lose hope in your dreams.
For, in them, I can see your heart.
It isn't the end of your dreams that count.
It's what made them start.

Your dreams of making a better life for others
And living to make it come true,
Praying in faith, and giving hope
Is what Christian dreamers do.

GOD BLESS YOU AND YOUR DREAMS

Copyright by Sandra Griffin
http://www.our.homewithgod.com/sandra/
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