So often I've wondered and often wonder still
If there is a dream this heart, within, can follow
Without leaving my spirit empty and hollow
And a dream, that I really can, indeed, fulfill
So often I ponder where life is leading me
Yet, more often than not, I feel my wheels spinning
And in life's great race, everyone else is winning
While I'm just waiting for someone to set me free
So often I see glimmering glory ahead
Spark'ling on the horizon like the morning sun
Praying that I reach it before my day is done
Hoping I find purpose before they find me dead
Father, guide me to the dreams You would have for me
And, please, loving Father, come set this captive free
((November 22nd,2009))
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