I used to dream of travel
And all that I could be.
I used to dream of oceans,
Far as the eye could see.
I used to dream of money,
Enough to have no lack.
I used to dream of being known,
While never, ever looking back.
I dreamed of making a difference
In the people I would meet.
I dreamed of lovely dishes
And dancing in the streets.
But in all my dreams,
I missed one thing...
The most important thing of all.
I missed His love, I missed His Grace.
I missed His light upon my face.
I missed the beauty of the world
Created by our God above.
I missed so much in my dreaming,
I almost missed His call.
I almost missed the bestest dream,
The one that's not a dream at all..
A lifetime with our Savior,
Soaking up His Love.
