Dreams Unseen
Dreams, dreams seems to be wasted
But let them move at their own pace
Through the invisible world waiting to become alive
Everything starts unseen,
Waiting to be brought, into this world they arrive
As Christ Jesus arrived and lives in our hearts
Never to be set apart
Far, far beyond our thinking or comprehension
But the Revelation of Him have been given
At His birth, death and resurrection
Hallelujah, hallelujah!
He is the dream unseen.
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