Your plans for me are stranger than my dreams,
in my design You weave Your sign with ease,
You hew to my poor schemes and burst the seams.
Old dreams you take and make them all anew,
You resurrect the reveries of youth,
and shape them into things befitting You,
to multiply the kernels of their truth.
You time Your interference with surprise,
as long-forgotten hopes come back to shine,
some secret yearnings You revitalize
and dim-hoped visions suddenly are mine.
O God, I marvel at the dreams You make
come true, it seems, for nothing but my sake.
-- by Pete Voelz 6/10
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