Tonight, I'm dreaming.
I think this is really the first time I've got a dream birthed in this heart of mine that makes me giggle to myself. Even the need to think twice, rephrase, think thrice before penning it down because it sounds so silly even to myself. The voice within keeps saying it can't be done. It's one of those dreams that I daren't exclaim, just quietly dream and think, and think and dream. But it's way too cool just the mere thought of it to simply brush it aside and ignore it.
Wouldn't it be nice, wouldn't it be nice.
To bring gifts and talents together and offer it up as an offering and shout to the world that everything we have we give for the glory of Him who first gave us our very breath? An altar upon that stage that would leave them thinking, there's got to be more. More than religion, more than rituals - but every breath and every move was given so the creator could be glorified.
There we go again: I'm smiling to myself, dreaming.
