My dear friend Cindy sent me this song by email. Here are the lyrics to David Phelps incredible song, "You Can Dream." I've had my share of setbacks the last few years to be sure. However, Cindy has always been one of my biggest cheerleaders rooting me on! Cindy, you are a wonderful friend. How I value you! I have lived some of the lines of this song. Cindy knew the exact song to pick to brighten my day. Let these lyrics and the clip of the song bless you today. Be well.
She tossed her hair back like she didn’t care.
Ignored the whispered comments and the stares.
How could they know about the man she’d met
About a love without regrets...
"You can dream, if you let me make you new.
You can soar, I’ll die to make it true.
A miracle has found you, now you can just believe you can dream."
He’d paid a price but still he’d had it all,
Until his house of cards began to fall.
And with his fortune went his friends and wife
And all he had left was his life
You can dream, if you let me make you new.
You can soar, I’ll die to make it true.
A miracle has found you,
Now you can just believe you can dream.
The God of broken pieces, a place where panic ceases.
Where prayers are woven into wings...
"You can dream, if you let me make you new.
You can soar, I’ll die to make it true.
A miracle has found you, now you can just believe you can dream."
You can dream. You can dream.
You can dream.
You Can Dream
Randy, I'm so glad the song blessed you! As I was listening to it just now, I happened to think of another song with a similar message--Verge of a Miracle, by Rich Mullins:
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By the way, you can put songs from imeem on your blog just by coping and pasting the embedding code. It doesn't always play the entire song, but sometimes it does.
He’d paid a price but still he’d had it all,
ReplyDeleteUntil his house of cards began to fall.
And with his fortune went his friends and wife
And all he had left was his life
You can dream, if you let me make you new.
You can soar, I’ll die to make it true.
A miracle has found you,
Now you can just believe you can dream.
If you'll indulge me, here's my lost love poem which earned me an Editor's Choice Award.
The Purple Dress
The purple dress was still in the tangled heap of dirty laundry below the washing machine which was holding the memory at bay. The lighter fluid can was waiting to be poured and lit by the zippo but was unable to do so because the purple dress protested it's need to remain in tact. Send it to Hell, let the ashes decorate the man's memory of meeting her in that polka dotted garment on that hot summer night long ago.
But would the fire quench his remembrance and abrupt loss of losing her? The purple dress remained in the tangled mess of dirty laundry.
(Everybody knows the joy and loss of love especially yours truly.)