As a child my feet were swift. My goal was nothing more- Than to catch that beautiful butterfly That fluttered at the back door I'd chase it through the open yard In the meadow, by the lake, It seemed to tease, to tempt me so- And then just fly away. I chase my dreams as much today As I tried and lost back then. Somehow I can't quite give them up- I can't let go of them. Somewhere deep inside my heart I need to grab and hold. While Jesus whispers to me, "Child- I have them-just let go." "For if you grasp too tightly You'll squeeze the life away. And if you hold too loosely They'll up and fly away." "I will hold them gently, You can count on my love. The treasures you cling to are nothing Compared to what's waiting above." So my dreams with little wings I trust to God's own care. Knowing that He alone can hold With love what I leave there. And if my dreams should fly away And my spirit longs for rest I know that He can take me to The place where dreams are kept. |
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Matthew 6:19-21 |