Shall I accept shattered dreams when they fall to the ground?
Tiny bits of crystal glass shatter around.
A doctor’s announcement, a notorious fate;
Surrounding my world with such jealous hate.
So many hopes, so washed away.
My precious dreams of a distant day.
The wisest advise in a realistic mind,
The reality of life and the cares that do bind.
Dreams of a family, dreams of sweet life,
Melt into pain and struggle and strife.
Do I dare be a Christian, do I dare to believe?
When all my reality says He might leave.
Oh open my eyes to the life I can live,
And help me see visions of gifts I can give.
Don’t let the darkness cloud my dreams,
Or let this world only be as it seems.
The lame man did walk, the blind man could see.
The leaper was cured and would always be.
They all believed, then why not I.
With outstretched hands towards an open sky.
But where is the cure in this modern-day land?
Of this, one can never truly understand.
Shall I accept shattered dreams when they fall to the ground?
Tiny bits of crystal glass shatter around.
Will God leave my dreams there upon the floor,
Or will they be made into something more?
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Amy, very nice. I pictured a giant and beautiful glass scuplture of a cross as I read the last few lines, all those broken pieces put to amazing use.
May God continue to bless you.
Sincerely,
Dan Blankenship
