Restored Dreams
May the hands of God break up and smooth out your hard clods of clay.
May your starless mid nights become as bright as the sun at noonday
May our loving God halt your tides of gloom, and whiten your clouds of gray.
May your deferred hopes come rushing to your door, and cease their delay
May your nightmares and sleepless nights, when all is going astray,
Cease and desist to allow your dreams to open up a better way
May God's tender mercies descend upon you to stay.
Dear Lord, for these things and more, I pray
Amen.
cj02132016
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