A thought that could not be:

A thought that could not be:

God sacrificed for me.

When I slept I dreamed

and a Saviour seemed

to communicate with us:

He loved without a fuss.

We dream what cannot be

and see hearts' hopes set free.

The gods do not love

us from their home above.

They are harsh and embittered,

knowing naught of what is good.

Yet somehow this must be

the true eternity:

a God who loves and cares

through all life's joys and tears.

I know not what to do,

but give myself to You.