Heavenly Dream Made a Reality
Upon the spoken word, upon silver wings,
There was a message written to me, sent by my king.
A love song so sweet, my heart could not resist,
I fell for the one; I was made for but missed.
He sang of great redemption, of mercy, of grace,
A foreign language it was to me, I felt uneasy, out of place.
The wrongs I held on to, the sadness the pain,
Simple things really, trying to keep me from my way.
The emotions overwhelming, I collapsed to my knees,
The only feeling I could muster, was the one to appease.
For knowing I was better than the life I was leading,
I had to exceed every expectation, I knew I was fleeing.
He always held me close, through the disappointment and extreme,
Knowing that one day, I’d look back and it’d seem such a dream.
For he always held a plan for me, that I had failed to recognize,
My Lord showed me my world, as it seems through unseen eyes.
Forever I’ll feel in debt to him, although he’ll never hold me to it,
Because he always loved me for who I was, he always held me through it.
-micaiah Price
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