A Dream is a Precious Thing
Every kid wears a cape.
That's from Bill Johnson, one of my favorite preachers. Standard issue. Wearing it's natural. Shedding it's what needs the learning. Lots of A's in that subject.
Where's yours?
Who's it helping, sitting all balled up on the closet floor?
What happened to that dream?
Conformity's too easy. Good Lord, how many verses have I sung of that old siren song.
All well and good, some would say. Nice and humble, there there that's it. Nice Christian. Punch that clock. Never mind the jokers and thieves, let em be. World's theirs, heavens ours.
Screw that.
Some good old medicine called Johnny Cash finally kicked in. Been taking it a long time. Who knew about washing it down with some leadership books? One day I woke up, all healthy and new. Fever broke, and out came this song.
And a wrinkled old cape.
Go find yourself a stage and sing.
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