Broken Dreams

Above the blue-eyed lakes of grass
Sunbeams dance and storm clouds pass
Where flows time’s never-ending streams
Through this field of broken dreams

In sacred graves their shadows lie
Beneath the blue or gloaming sky
Unjustly some reside, it seems
In this field of broken dreams

A hope without a voice to sing
A fantasy without a wing
A passion lost in time’s swift streams
In this field of broken dreams

Here the shattered spirits lie
Here rejected lover’s die
Here the dew of sorrow gleams
On a field of broken dreams

Here illusion and cruel truth
Meet to steal the wealth of youth
Snuffing out the restless gleam
On a field of broken dreams

God sees every bitter tear
Disappointments, doubts and fear
But all is not as it may seem
And God is God of each broken dream

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Janet Martin

Trust in the Lord with all your heart
and lean not on your own understanding.

in all your ways acknowledge Him
and he will direct your path. Prov.3:5-6