I’ve time and again fallen prey for riding high on my dreams!
I fantasy about things to come, too anxiously…
I start believing that my dreams will turn true
I involve myself rigorously in prayer
Asking God to help me with my dream
When the day dawns and I expect to win
In a second I know I’ve failed and my dream is untrue
Failure is one of the bitterest feelings of all
I toss and turn and for sure I turn against God
With my failure I’m bound to fall
But, I sense something very peculiar
A battle raging in my mind waging against my will
My broken heart is angry with God for my torn dreams
But in the silence of my heart, will and mind
I know I will fail but not fall away from the presence of God!!!