Dreaming with God
Dreaming with God takes us to undiscovered shores, like Virgin Islands, somewhere over there, beyond the rainbow.
Above the sea, below the waves, roaring so quietly, dreaming with God helps me to see what is hidden in troves beneath the unearthed Tree.
O Savior, O King, hide me in Your shadow. In sync with Your tempo, we sing: Holy is the Lord, Holy is His name. Never be the same. Never remain tamed.
My dreams are scenes from the future of a Teacher. It seems unfair, but reality is twisted and uneven. And even if I could, I could never dare to endeavor. So I retreat to the beat and surrender to the sweet aroma of the fleet of angelic winds.
Fiery dreams wake me in the middle of heated defeat. But is it as it seems? It’s a complex metaphor: born in Lebanon or exotic Amazon, Eden is where we’re from.
From a deep sleep, God’s dreams come to reveal the Son on the Seat. Table’s set. So let’s eat.
From days past, violet skies, ancient styles, papyrus piles, hidden isles, time flies when we’re dreaming with God, dreaming with God, dreaming with God.
