A Dream

A dream has died a sudden death;
A purpose wasted without breath.
No path upon my heart can tread
For now my hopes and dreams are dead.

But wait, is that a beat I hear?
Afraid to hope, deceit I fear.
But wait, a pounding heart I feel;
My dream's alive, if only real.

A spark of hope along the way
To get me through another day.
My Lord, My God, more blessings spill;
My broken, empty heart to fill.

I bow my knees and say a prayer
And thank the Lord for grace and care.
He fills me up to overflow
So All his goodness you may know.

Galatians 6:9

And let us not be weary in well doing:
for in due season we shall reap, if we
faint not.

This poem won second place for the August 2016 poetry contest