I am so
good at starting things.
I love to dream big dreams,
To launch into dark seas unknown,
To scheme ambitious schemes.
I love to dream big dreams,
To launch into dark seas unknown,
To scheme ambitious schemes.
I build great
castles in the sky.
I’m sure I’ll stand the test
To reach those distant stars on high,
Like Don Quixote’s quest.
I’m sure I’ll stand the test
To reach those distant stars on high,
Like Don Quixote’s quest.
I take on tasks
beyond my skill,
Injustice bravely fight.
The fiercest dragon I could kill,
And climb the highest height.
Injustice bravely fight.
The fiercest dragon I could kill,
And climb the highest height.
Undaunted
by the task ahead,
I counted not the cost.
My rosy-tinted glasses said:
“You hesitate, you’re lost!”
I counted not the cost.
My rosy-tinted glasses said:
“You hesitate, you’re lost!”
I consequently
hit the wall.
I lacked the right resources,
With no experience at all.
So truth said: “Hold your horses!”
I lacked the right resources,
With no experience at all.
So truth said: “Hold your horses!”
At last I
see the chips are down.
My resolution wavers.
My friends think I’m a silly clown.
I’m running out of favours.
My resolution wavers.
My friends think I’m a silly clown.
I’m running out of favours.
Enthusiasm
starts to cool,
I soon run out of steam.
My friends they say: “Don’t be a fool!
You can’t fulfil that dream!”
I soon run out of steam.
My friends they say: “Don’t be a fool!
You can’t fulfil that dream!”
My brain
around the Prize revolved –
The glamour of the Goal.
Ignoring all the work involved,
I couldn’t see the whole.
The glamour of the Goal.
Ignoring all the work involved,
I couldn’t see the whole.
Now mired
in disillusionment,
Discouragement and pain,
So, to the “too-hard bin” it’s sent
I won’t see that again.
Discouragement and pain,
So, to the “too-hard bin” it’s sent
I won’t see that again.
Then
suddenly, a bright idea!
A brand-new, shining scheme.
A morn of hope, the skies are clear.
Another dream to dream.
A brand-new, shining scheme.
A morn of hope, the skies are clear.
Another dream to dream.
And so my
life became a heap
Of failures day by day.
Intent was good, but talk was cheap,
Good prospects thrown away.
Of failures day by day.
Intent was good, but talk was cheap,
Good prospects thrown away.
Distractions
never were addressed,
Good planning was ignored.
Unmotivated, felt depressed,
Sometimes I felt just bored!
Good planning was ignored.
Unmotivated, felt depressed,
Sometimes I felt just bored!
But serious
failure does the trick.
Of sense it makes you see.
My butt it got a mighty kick,
Which brings maturity.
Of sense it makes you see.
My butt it got a mighty kick,
Which brings maturity.
Then Jesus
came and saved my soul,
A new life through new birth.
He healed my heart and made me whole
Yet brought me down to earth!
A new life through new birth.
He healed my heart and made me whole
Yet brought me down to earth!
He placed
me in His family,
This dreamy, flighty youth.
‘Mongst many things they’d say to me
I learned a useful truth:
This dreamy, flighty youth.
‘Mongst many things they’d say to me
I learned a useful truth:
Relationships
need perseverance
Even when it’s tough,
With loyalty and firm adherence.
Feelings aren’t enough.
Even when it’s tough,
With loyalty and firm adherence.
Feelings aren’t enough.
For True
Love also has True Grit
While feelings rise and fall.
In hard times I abandoned it
Which didn’t help at all.
While feelings rise and fall.
In hard times I abandoned it
Which didn’t help at all.
The plan the
Lord for me has planned
Gives total satisfaction.
All other dreams are built on sand
They’re merely a distraction.
He did not promise lack of pain
Of sorrow or of fear,
But there is endless joy to gain
If I’d just persevere.
Gives total satisfaction.
All other dreams are built on sand
They’re merely a distraction.
He did not promise lack of pain
Of sorrow or of fear,
But there is endless joy to gain
If I’d just persevere.
So, have I
learned the course to stay?
My answer’s “Sometimes, no.”
Although I’ve come a long, long way
I’ve still some way to go.
My answer’s “Sometimes, no.”
Although I’ve come a long, long way
I’ve still some way to go.
I pray I’ll
strongly end my race
Just like the good Saint Paul,
And look my Saviour in the face,
The strongest One of all.
Just like the good Saint Paul,
And look my Saviour in the face,
The strongest One of all.
Though in
the darkness of the cross
His glory seemed diminished.
When all His labours seemed but loss,
He cried out “It is finished!”
His glory seemed diminished.
When all His labours seemed but loss,
He cried out “It is finished!”
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