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My Dream

Through the night as I sleep, I dream, I dream, of a time which yet to come, to come, Can I really become all I was meant to be, That Great Potential locked within, locked within me to be, I cannot see it with my natural eyes, eyes to see within me, but oh what vision there is to see, to see that is me. I will not allow it to go to the grave unused, use it must be done. Life but a step away from the grave, which is waiting for all one day. Light is brighter when darkness is around, to the ground one falls when it’s not in use, reduce to ashes, useless unused. I can't live unless I give, My heart is within, sins sometimes insurmountable, release through Christ it is. Let not your heart be troubled, for Christ has forgiven it all. That what He has done for you and me to see, It's the key, that what your dream shall be, to make you free, free indeed you shall be.

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