Lord's Theme of Dream

LORD’S THEME OF DREAM

Friends are born to come and go, and I’m shocked to hear he’s gone;
Really am sad even though the time has passed and I’m drawn,
As I thought how we did grow, then he had flown like a swan.
Never will I ever stop thinking about my old friend;
Kindness he has shown can top anything that he could blend.

As we both were eleven years of age, we came to meet in our school.
Lord, he’s now there in Heaven with You with a Golden Rule,
Even here on earth, seven days a week is a “time” tool;
X-mas and even before, You were always called, “I Am,”
And it’s like You came to shore by walking but haven’t swam.
Nowhere is where You’re from or a miracle—not a scam;
Dreams really come from our Lord, and dreams we never plan it,
Even comes from its accord; The Author Scribed our planet.
Really, dreams we can afford; hard by us of no granite.

Good or bad, but in God’s world, nothing happens by mistake;
Of this thought, my head had whirled and thought, “Is this for God’s sake?”
Only this helped me to learn how to accept such evil;
Done on this planet to earn knowledge of an upheaval,
Where my friend is gone, I yearn to pray for his retrieval.
In this life, it’s like a dream until we wake up from death;
Needless to say it’s God’s theme from our birth to our last breath.

Eugene Kristoffersen
December 22, 2006