Closer Than Dreams
The dream stands close—too close to name,
Yet drifts beyond my reach the same.
It lingers just outside my hand,
A distant, soft, uncharted land.
Beyond my strength, beyond my sight,
Beyond what reason calls as right,
Beyond the borders of my mind—
A fragile hope I cannot bind.
O God,
Make still the storm within my chest,
Lay quiet hands upon unrest.
Let peace arrive, so soft, so deep,
A sacred calm my soul can keep.
Teach me silence, teach me grace,
To find Your light in every place.
And let my heart, though small it seems,
Grow wide enough to hold its dreams.
I am grateful, God—
For all You’ve given, seen and unseen,
For every loss that shaped between,
For every breath, for every day,
For guiding me along the way.
And yet I know—beyond all fear,
There’s nothing You cannot make clear.
No dream too far, no path too steep,
No promise that You cannot keep.
So I will pray, again, again—
Through quiet nights, through doubt and pain.
For every dream my soul has known,
That one day, they may be my own.
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