i am a dreamer, i am,
i’m made to see clearly,
made to see nearly as far as the horizon,
made for dancing on the ceiling,
banners streaming,
my eyes gleaming
with tears for that hope i see waiting,
but i won’t wait,
no, i’ll run straight
straight down the road,
regardless of the load that i carry
i won’t tarry
i’ll run wild and free, ‘cause i’m a dreamer, you see.
i am a dreamer, i am,
i’m made for glory,
this you see here is just part of my story,
but when i open my eyes
i can see blue skies dead ahead,
and i will tread
just that little bit lighter
as i remember that i am a fighter
but this battle’s already won
by the one who made the sun to rise
and in his eyes
i see the prize
that i run for and towards:
and he says ‘this is yours’.
i am a dreamer, i am,
and not just for tomorrow
but for today, i dare to believe
dare to have faith that sorrow can be replaced
that mourning can pass and joy take its place
dare to cry out that change is coming
for i hear that rumbling,
thundering
sound of Kingdom coming
and the King himself is running here:
demons will flee, the dark will fear,
the prisoners walk free and the lost shout as they hear
the sound of belonging rising in the streets
they stamp with their feet
to the beat of the free.
i am a dreamer,
a wild-eyed believer
in love that is neither
weak nor vague
but is specifically for me,
it screams from the page
as i read, my head reeling,
my heart slow to feel it
my whole self reluctant to reach for it
in case
it crumbles
and i stumble, left undone.
but as i stand paralysed,
i am transfixed, and my eyes
they’re captivated,
i can’t take it
but i also can’t make it go away
love reaches down, reaches in
to my heart, my soul begins
to shake / beat / sing
and i find myself grinning
like i’ve hit the winning inning
in the most beautiful game ever…
all my clever
words and rhymes just melt away
as love blazes.
i am a dreamer, i am,
and it’s not just me
i believe / feel / see
that i’m part of a family
of dreamers
of reckless, beautiful, dancing believers
i am not special
any more than you
i’m one of many, not just a few,
nor a few hundred, but thousands and thousands
together crying out and
remaking the future
calling out to you that
i know a guy who has a dream…
and he’s not dead, no he’s wildly alive
he speaks worlds into motion,
his vision makes life thrive
he calls something out of nothing
and when he dreams he creates not streams
but rivers in the desert
he is not a king but the king
and i dream because i know him
who flung stars into space
and when i see him face to face
my tiny plans are replaced
by his vision after vision,
dream after dream of grace.
i know who he is,
and i know who he made me:
i’m made in his image,
made to dream.
July 25, 2017
My goodness… This makes my heart so happy.
November 1, 2017
This was fantastic! Great piece. Wow…just wow!