I dare to dream I dare to hope of things glorious I long to know and create beauty divine A lifetime of voices have told me I could not A blizzard of lies from the lips of those So beaten that they believed it Their poor shriveled souls too terrified To dare to believe the truth Seeking to disallow me to soar To fly in the face of false 'realities' That had ever only choked them Defeating them into faithlessness But Someone has conquered death before me And beckoned me to follow That I too may overcome Walk over all sin, sickness and death As I walk in the steps of the Master The breath of God will lift me And set my yearning feet On the path of righteousness To share in the Glory divine And be a brother to the King Stephen Pursell, 12/98, revised 5/7/15 | ![]() |
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