My dreams for you are noble
like the quiet mountain that stands grand.
My dreams, ah, my dreams, for you, they are fierce,
violent forks of lightning that pierce the night.
My dreams for you are forever
in a land of beauty that cannot be told.
My dreams are full of you, of love I would not withhold.
I do not know if God is
just as I cannot say that mountains are
or the trees that grow with them
but if these birds fly
in the sky and those fishes lie
in the sea, if my breath flows
like the wind, then surely God is
can I fill death’s belly
that its dark red mouth
is no longer ajar in groaning hunger?
can I shut the skies
that snow and light and
rain can no more kiss the earth’s dark skin?
can I make us a world
that I’ll sustain
for a thousand years, with not one thing?
No one can. Turn to the one who is able
when life’s vast space eats into your heart
like worms feasting on its rotten meal,
on moonless nights when pain latches onto your soul
as man-of-war’s strings fishing its later meal,
in cloudy morns when hunger breaks your fast and dryness comes
to quench your thirst, when supper’s bowl has no meal.
Which one can? Turn to your God who is able
to crush highlands in one breath, making the earth plain;
who sends out rain and snow and sun, songs and gentle wind;
who can turn earth’s deep greens, blues and browns into nothing’s sea where it’ll no more be found.
This one can. Turn to our God: He is able.
If we got all we deserved
we would have death and nothingness
but I have you and nothing I deserve.
there is a choice in love, to give it or not to give it.
where you aren’t given love, the choice has been made.
a friend who loves weighs heavier than gold.
you can count on the love of your mother,
you may depend heavily on your father’s deep affection.
hold on for dear life to love your God gives.
Romans 8:38-39; 1 John 4:10; 2 Samuel 1:26; 1 Corinthians 13:4-7
how time flies
no man knows,
where it ends,
how it began.
’tis beyond man to know
how time flies.
Isaiah 55:8; Revelation 22:13; Colossians 2:3
1 August 2017
May you grow up to be righteous
like your Father who is in heaven.
May you grow up to be true
and full of Wisdom too.
May you always know the Truth
and be surrounded by the Light.
May you have a strong foundation in Him
(He is the Rock of Ages)
unmoved when the wind changes shift.
May you always be courageous,
stand upright, and be strong.
May your will be His and it be done.
May your hands always be busy
doing your Father’s work.
May your feet always be swift
to do His will alone.
May you always bless others
and find favour with them too.
May you build a ladder to the stars
and climb on every rung.
May your heart always be joyful
and your song always be sung.
And may you always know
how much we love you so.
May God bless you
and always keep you.
-adapted from Bob Dylan’s Forever Young