When I was a child, I prayed constantly.
For hugs and for money
So that we wouldn’t go hungry.
And, for love that would find me
So that I would not feel lonely.
This is the broken child’s dream.
And… as the years went by,
I thought God ignored my cries.
I never realized
My dreams were being molded on The Potter’s wheel….
Got married, bought a house,
Had a baby, moved all around….
I remembered those broken-hearted dreams
Imagined by a child in her most favorite high tree.
I would climb until I felt I was on top of the world.
Those magnolia branches made me feel so powerful!
There, I’d pray:
“God, will you give me a real home one day?
And a husband who will love me, despite all my pains.
And a child who will bring me love I’ve never known…
Oh God will you give me a home all of my own…”
Today, I awaken and it springs unto me.
God has answered this precious prayed dream!
I have everything I’ve wanted so desperately
I have a home because You brought one to me…
I have a home because YOU brought one to me