He is Writing

I DREAM
I HOPE
I HOLD ON

In a blink of an eye all is gone
The world that I know has vanished

I hold onto the hope that God will make me happy somehow
Then I realize that He is more concerned about His glory
I hold on because a dream held so long does not easily die
Then I realize that sometimes death is slow and painful

Now every hope is gone and the world is dark in my eyes
I hear the words of Jesus, “Yield it all, my child.”
I throw at His feet those dreams I possess no longer
Slowly I hand Him the book of my life

There are pages that cause remorse
There are pages that remind me of pain
There are pages that make me laugh
There are pages that fill my heart with joy

Blank pages are longing to be filled
But this time not with my hopes and dreams
My life and everything in it is His
My story broke my heart – His will tore me apart

Now He is writing
I understand it not
The words seem to be foreign
In heaven they will be beautiful

He has the blank pages of my life
He is composing a story for His glory
It is a story that I may not understand
Until I complete my heavenward journey