Dreams

He was holding her hand

For the very first time

He was telling her things that she just did not understand

Between her hand and his

She felt every touch

she would laugh & cry & laugh & cry inside because for her it was a little much

Dreams come true

Now that I'm with you

God is good even if sometimes you don't wait around in his neighborhood

She woke up from a bad dream/nightmare

And can't get back to sleep

He just holds her all night in his arms waiting patiently

He can summon her smile

From the ends of the earth

he has given his heart though he doesn't know quite what it's worth

He is loved and beloved

He is one of a kind

He is nothing he's made himself

He has all God's grace on his side

And a little bit of grace

Goes a very long way

It makes straight and flat all the 12 step plans you've made to walk straight

Some songs are prayers, some are just commentaries,

Some make you smile, some make you cry

Some help you focus while you're waiting (on his tributaries)

Seems like He's always moving his neighborhood next to mine