Dreams

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.