
Dreams and Goals
Oh, dreams are so cozy—like pillows of fluff, All misty and floaty and soft, sleepy stuff. They drift where they want with no hurry or

Oh, dreams are so cozy—like pillows of fluff, All misty and floaty and soft, sleepy stuff. They drift where they want with no hurry or

When you talk to the Lord, don’t come in disguise— For he already sees through all pretenses and lies. You might as well be honest,

In lands far away where the idols might grin, Where nobody knew what was righteous or sin, God whispered his truth with a wink and

One night in a dream, when the moon glowed so bright, The Lord came to visit a certain man in the night. “Are you willing,”

Oh, “Someday” is special—at least so we say, A magical, misty, and thoughtful kind of day. We tuck it away in imagination’s deep nook, Like

Young David was chosen, anointed one day, With oil on his head in a most sacred way. God whispered, “I’ve called you. Now rise up

Oh, my inbox is bursting—yes, every single day, With a dozen shiny emails that sound the same way. They promise me wonders, success by the

When life hands you troubles like soup in a bowl, And the day feels as chewy as lukewarm coal, God won’t hide your Teacher or

Some writers think stories need twists by the ton, But heart is the secret that makes reading fun. For tales without feelings, no matter the

God made me with love, and he made me just right. He holds me each morning. He guards me at night. The plan that he

Everything’s timed in a marvelous way, A whisper of night or bright shining day. God sets the seasons with wisdom so fine. Each moment arrives

Oh, mysteries shimmer, and mysteries shine. They hide in the shadows between every line. A clue on the staircase, a note by the door— You