Sacred Dreams

Fast from life’s gate with sacred dreams,
Enthroned in heart, with doubtful means;
No measure spared to have them reign,
But follies yet unseen, untamed.

Would heaven deign these dreams prevail?
Would faith surmount, be tried or fail?
Paul’s “hall of faith” two vict’ries know:
True faith in triumph and in woe.

These dreams….  God took them all away,
Yes, all for which I’d lived and prayed,
With deadly wounds from staring down
Upon their tear-soaked shards around

But lifted high on sovereign wing
To mercy’s sun where sinners sing,
There pain eclipsed by joy to show
How great the pow’r its shadow throws.

These dreams, as sacred as they were,
Though deep the pain their loss has stirred,
Yet dwarfed now stand before the Reign
Of Joy from mercy made so plain.

To triumph know, where love betrayed,
Had bled and died, while hair had greyed,
Where touched of God true joy defied
Each slander Satan’s malice plied.

God knows, dear saint, the pain you bear
That none else sees, nor hears or cares
And pours His healing cordial true
More than your need will ever use.

God had a plan more rich to give
Than that which beat within your ribs;
Through steeps & vales, you could not see,
They made you what you longed to be.

Charles Church, 6/20/2023 11:14 PM