A hope, a dream of yesterday
Rolling thunder and slight giggles of rain tumble down
over me. Oh how I smile in the tenderness of loving warmth
given in the sweetness of memories.
Softly I whisper a hope into the wind. Picking up the dream and scattering the pieces throughout the years. Oh I
hold dearly to a handful of prayers from childhood. Those
tiny dreams that have been building. Those bits and pieces
that Jehovah has help hold up.
So amazing how the gentlest of care has held my dreams
together. How grand Jehovah is for even hearing a tiny
voice whispering her hopes, her dreams. Such innocence.
Oh I smile so wide in the loving thought. Simple were
the ideas I hoped for. Still simplicity is there. Love. Exactly
shown, given and spreading. So much happiness sits inside
one tear of joy.
Perhaps the viewings of the memories and the hopes
may seem childish but seeing how Jehovah draws and
answers makes nothing seem to small. I love that about my
Father, Jehovah. How about you?
Were there dreams you held dear for years and
now you are seeing them fall before you? The holding
and soaring freely with excitement and giddiness?
Oh for me, yes. This is why I know Jehovah is true.
This search for finding the truth is here. Finding and
continuing to grow in knowledge of who my Father, Jehovah
is. Until my last breath I will lean upon him. How about you
my dear friend?
Such beauty inside the hopes, the dreams. Here listen
to my whispers, listen to my spirit rejoice as one by one the
aspirations open up. Gentle is the smile shown.
Oh the tears that currently fall are just gratitude
of Jehovah, of the people who he gave me to call friends.
Singing a soothing song to help strengthen me before the
chaos of work. Shh, listen as I become eased.
Thank you Jehovah for opening my dreams, my hopes.
Still many more to unfold and I look forward to seeing,
experiencing them.
So my dearest friend, keep on smiling for me. Keep
holding onto your dreams, keep hoping and keep trusting
in Jehovah.
I know I will.
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