The call it came softly when youth was still fresh,
Through the years it grew stronger;
Zeal sought to posess.
Then death to the dream fought its way in,
Till hopelessness imprisoned and the dream caved in.
The Word, it was testing in tears and in pain,
The fruit undetected there seemd no gain.
One last cry for deliverance uttered,
A word came softly, the prisoner unfettered.
Freedom came but with a cost
The dream, the self, all seemed lost....
Now secure in Dream Giver's Hand,
Works of striving forever banned.
Days in the cave coming to close,
Dreams to resurrect as the Dream Giver rose.
Hope once lost comes to substance now
Faith is the victor; to the Dream Giver I bow.
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