Today is the day
That God sends me on His way
As a kid my dreams were big
Big as the ceiling in my room
At night my mind would wonder
Wonder out of my ears
Like smoke the creative dreams would be visible
Then gone in a instant
Forgotten throughout the days
Luckily their scent would stain the ceiling
Their smell sneakily creeping into my nostrils causing my eyes to always look up and remember
Remember the dreams that make me
Dreams of adventure
Dreams of seeing what many have not
Dreams of healing the sick and feeding the hungry
But where did these dreams spark from?
Could the one who created me be the source?
Could I have a creator who loves me so?
Loves me so much to make me a dreamer
Loves me enough to have me long for the same desires He does
What great love is that?
To have a creator who can do everything on his own
Yet long for me to be alongside Him
To see that my dreams weren’t dreams
But desires
Desires to see Him
To know Him
To love Him
Today is the day
That God sends me on His way
