The Dreams

THE DREAMS Last night I had another dream-- I have them often, so it seems. But these dreams the devil gives About the past life that I lived Bother me the most, it seems-- Yet I know it’s just a dream. I used to think that dreams I had Were inner thoughts to do the bad And so I really fought a lot O’er all these dreams I often got. Then I thought how my desires Were no longer fed by fires And plans and thoughts and cunning schemes To make come true these awful dreams, But now I hate these dreams and thoughts, So I know what great work God’s wrought. And I can come to Him in prayer And leave those dreams I have all there. For with His help I’ll not again Make true those dreams and all their sin. And now He has control, it seems; I’m bothered less by all these dreams. Some day I know I’ll dream no more And I will dwell on heaven’s shore. The best dream will come true up there: I’ll be delivered from all my care.