The Lord is my real boss, and I shall not want. He gives me peace, when chaos is all around me. He gently reminds me to pray before I speak and to do all things without murmuring and complaining. He reminds me that He is the Source and not my job. He restores my sanity every day and guides my decisions that I might honor Him in everything I do. Even though I face absurd amounts of email, system crashes, unrealistic deadlines, budget cutbacks, gossiping co-workers, discriminating supervisors, and an aging body that doesn't cooperate every morining, I will not stop-- for He is with me! His presence, His peace, and His power will see me through. He raises me up, even when they fail to promote me. He claims me as His own, Even when the company threatens to let me go. His faithfulness and love are better than any bonus check. His retirement plan beats every 401K there is! When it is all said and done, I'll be working for Him a whole lot longer; and for that, I bless His name.
Is Heaven everything I imagine it to be? As pure as if looking through a childs eyes Or is that just my hopeful imagination? What do we do when we leave this world behind?
Will we live the life of angel? Eternally in peace? Or we act as if still on Earth? Maybe just a little more carefree.
Will faint music fill the background? Will the ground be made of clouds? Will the colors be more white? Or will it be feet where still planted firmly on the ground?
Will we see God's face? Will we see the one that loved us so? Will we see loved ones long past? Or will we old enemies, friends quickly made above?
Will love be abundant? Or will we keep our inner hatred? Will peace keep us together, Or will our conflicts keep us parted?
Will our human ignorance destroy heaven? Or by passing through those pearly gates. Will we become enlightened?
Does it even exist? Or has our disbelief made it fade? Who will be forgiven? What rightwill we be given?...
I know our faith will guide us Send our souls above the clouds But will it all come crashing down When human nature takes control...
everytime i close my eyes i see you everytime i dream its of you i dream of you i dream for you my dreams are my personal sanctuary i dream of being free free of this world i live in dreams can lift you from the floor and let you rise and neva let you fall dreams are dreams dreams arent perfect dreams are freedom dreams are peace dreams are love dreams are happiness dreams, dreams, dreams dreams set the soul free and the spirit can ride the wind dreams let the soul run wild and let the heart beat impatiently dreams let the heart sing dreams let everyone sing and everyone see the light beyond the clouded sky dreams, dreams, dreams dreams live through life just as you and me live through each day dreams are here with you and me dreams are strong enough to feel pain and even resentment dreams are inside you and me dreams live and die dreams are just dreams dreams, dreams, dreams, dreams
I MARK the months in liveries dank and dry, The day-tides many-shaped and hued; I see the nightfall shades subtrude, And hear the monotonous hours clang negligently by. I view the evening bonfires of the sun On hills where morning rains have hissed; The eyeless countenance of the mist Pallidly rising when the summer droughts are done. I have seen the lightning-blade, the leaping star, The caldrons of the sea in storm, Have felt the earthquake's lifting arm, And trodden where abysmal fires and snowcones are. I learn to prophesy the hid eclipse, The coming of eccentric orbs; To mete the dust the sky absorbs, To weigh the sun, and fix the hour each planet dips. I witness fellow earth-men surge and strive; Assemblies meet, and throb, and part; Death's soothing finger, sorrow's smart; --All the vast various moils that mean a world alive. But that I fain would wot of shuns my sense-- Those sights of which old prophets tell, Those signs the general word so well, Vouchsafed to their unheed, denied my watchings tense. In graveyard green, behind his monument To glimpse a phantom parent, friend, Wearing his smile, and "Not the end!" Outbreathing softly: that were blest enlightenment; Or, if a dead Love's lips, whom dreams reveal When midnight imps of King Decay Delve sly to solve me back to clay, Should leave some print to prove her spirit-kisses real; Or, when Earth's Frail lie bleeding of her Strong, If some Recorder, as in Writ, Near to the weary scene should flit And drop one plume as pledge that Heaven inscrolls the wrong. --There are who, rapt to heights of trancd trust, These tokens claim to feel and see, Read radiant hints of times to be-- Of heart to heart returning after dust to dust. Such scope is granted not my powers indign... I have lain in dead men's beds, have walked The tombs of those with whom I'd talked, Called many a gone and goodly one to shape a sign, And panted for response. But none replies; No warnings loom, nor whisperings To open out my limitings, And Nescience mutely muses: When a man falls he lies.