I DREAM

Ah....I dream

And as I dream, I feel mystery impart

Mastery over me, I yield my heart.

And perfect to what I am, Ah...I am

My mind images creation in truth

And when I rush back to reality,

I'm fitly framed to be and see...

My Jesus there inside of me.
Where none can tarnish what I've seen
And living words cannot be changed

THE GIFT

It was a revelation of release from myself, to myself, to feel for the very first time, I mean to 'knowingly feel' the great glory of each human being in the unique print of human potential

having SPLENDOR and BEAUTY all its' own.

Within it... a woven golden thread of purpose, short lived and briefly conscious... as it imprints into the human heart

the delight of fulfillment in the fragmented human dreams

of being who you really are.

The TREASURE and PLEASURE

of God.