Dreams


When I was young, I dared to dream of knights and castles bold.
But, as the time crept up on me, the castles, they got old.

Now, I dream of another place, where streets are paved with gold;
Where angels dance and praise the King, and bodies don’t grow old ...

Where brothers and sisters don’t get sick and death has lost its sting;
Where we’ll be clothed with gowns of praise and sail on hallowed wings ...

Where the Lord, Himself, will be the light and darkness cannot live;
Where the power of love, that lives inside, will feed the want to give ...

Where the thoughts and dreams will all be of the magnificence of His being;
Where we will all be so much in awe with the Creator we are seeing.

© 2002 by Gary Hall