I wrote this poem during a time of disappointment. Proverbs 13:12 described exactly how I felt. I've discovered that my hope is in Him and He will fulfill my desires His way.
The Giver of Dreams
As my dreams crumble and turn into dust,
I search for my savior, the one whom I trust.
My heart grows sick as my hope is deferred,
Searching eagerly for solace in every written word.
I find my savior, the lover of my soul,
Letting go of my will, giving Him full control.
For a time I lost sight of the one I must lean,
the lover of my soul, the giver of dreams.
Kimbal
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