Dreams are all I can offer, Hope in love and eyes toward Heaven
Walk beside the still waters, refresh the heart with pure love
And mend your wounds with that of patchwork dreams
My prayer Lord is for You to touch these wounds
My heart reaches out, streaming with tears of compassion
Take my hand and stare into my future.
When all seems to go to hell, when memories tear at the very core
Look into the streams and rivers of life
Take my hand and let my world interweave with yours
Tapestries of life, we are written history
Dreams of yesterday and dreams of things to come
Weave together patches of life beginning with overflowing streams from above
Shattered dream of yesterday, what has become of you?
It's torn to pieces, never again the same.
Yet the Master of the tapestry never gives up hope
O perfect Love from above, I watch Your handiwork with awe
Mending the shattered dream, thought never to be the same
Touched with the magic of God, dreams can become real once again
When choices of man shatter the image, God will heal and make new
A new path in life to take, only a slightly altered dream
With God as the ultimate goal in mind
Beginning with a single string, life is mended anew
In a new memory to ease the pain, God's wonderful love is shown
In the ever Patchworking dream
Look into the running waters of a waterfall and behold the peace
And the touch of God's hand to our most intimate dream
Scars from yesterday's wounds are today's reminders of a hope yet to come
Hear my words and know they are true
Life is an endless seam of Patchwork dreams.
From pain to joy, thus is life.
But in the silence of it all, at the center of life
Hope remains, the essence of life
So take my hand with my own world interweaving
With God's own colors mingling in between our own threads of life
We can walk again in life with Patches to show our life
And the pure love of God patching us endlessly
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