What’s the dream?



I have a dream for you; if God wills, it will come true.
If He does not, no matter how much I want, it will not take the right naut.
For our plans are never perfect; they always have a flaw or a defect.
But His are like a brook in spring that grows bigger as it unwinds.
They are like the dew in summer haze, as intricate and complex as a wise man’s maze,
Branching in and out as you go in, flying up and down like a bird’s wing.
He will never let them if we didn’t wrought them; and whoever wrought them have bought them.
For they are aptly hidden for the blind to see, and the seeing blinded for what they want to be:
Perfect in their own mind; lucrid for the God’s design.
For you can’t buy a God’s thought;
It’s not for sale, it has to be sought.
If you do not seek it, you will leak it,
And someone else will feat in.
As for my dream, we will see if it’s God’s plan or just me.