Once upon a time I heard God say,
“Give Me your dreams; let Me have My own way.”
And I said, “Sure God, that sounds great.”
But I held on to them, and I sat down to wait
And after each spring came summer and fall
And my mouth was still saying, “God, You have my all.”
But inside my heart were my dreams and desires
That burned within me like the flames of a fire
And my heart wrapped around them and didn’t let go
And when I fanned the flames they continued to grow
Until the smoke came up to suffocate me
And I cried out to God, “What are You doing to me?
I thought You said You would take care of all this
But I guess my understanding must have been amiss.
This isn’t what I thought You would do
Or how I thought You would follow through.”
And I heard God whisper in the gentlest way,
“My child, didn’t you listen to what I had to say?
I desperately want you to understand
That what I have planned for you is so grand
But it has to be a choice for you
That because you love me, it’s what you want to do.
So now, give Me your dreams and your plans.
See how I shape them with My very own hands
Until they’re refined, and they glorify Me
And they help you become who I created you to be.
I know it is scary to let go and trust
But if you want to live freely, it’s really a must.
So give Me your dreams, let Me have My own way
Because I’ve been with you every step, every day.”