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.
