What Dream is Impossible?
My Father gives me lots of gifts
He does it every day He speaks to me with words of Love
In big and little ways
Sometimes it is plain as can be
On a cloudy, rain soaked day When a multi-colored promise
Says all there is to say
Sometimes He greets me early
As I hurry to and fro
With a morning sunbeam on my cheek
As on my way I go
At other times He speaks His Love
Quite spectacularly
Painting the sky from a palette of colors
He’s chosen just for me
My Father tells me of His Love
In big ways and in small
But the words that sound the sweetest,
Those that speak loudest of all,
Are written in His matchless Word
Promises great and true
Telling of His great abundance
Available for me and you
For what dream is impossible?
With El Shaddai, no dream at all!
When as His child I simply believe
And answer my Father’s call
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