Not that I am, or will ever be.
Yet in my quiet He whispers, "Dream"
And so I dream, let Him carry me
As a lily on a stream.
A little while where the Lord resides,
Makes a day here less frantic so.
And where I could decide,
I would rather let all else go.
I peacefully dreamt, then I awoke.
With loss for words I was so,
For while I dwelled in His abode,
He had brought me where I hoped to go.
