Dreams...

Well... I just had this song from my deep past surface in my brain... I thought I would share it with you all... hopefully I can find the mp3 and post it to my playlist... if not, sorry.

The Hammer by Bebo Norman
A shapeless piece of steel, that’s all I claim to be
This hammer pounds to give me form, this flame, it melts my dreams
I glow with fire and fury, as I’m twisted like a vine
My final shape, my final form I’m sure I’m bound to find

So dream a little, dream for me in hopes that I’ll remain
And cry a little, cry for me so I can bear the flames
And hurt a little, hurt for me my future is untold
But my dreams are not the issue here, for they, the hammer holds

And the water, it cools me gray, and the hurt’s subdued somehow
I have my shape, this sharpened point, what is my purpose now?
And the question still remains, what am I to be?
Perhaps some perfect piece of art displayed for all to see

So dream a little, dream for me in hopes that I’ll remain
And cry a little, cry for me so I can bear the flames
And hurt a little, hurt for me my future is untold
But my dreams are not the issue here, for they, the hammer holds

The hammer pounds again, but flames I do not feel
This force that drives me, helplessly, through flesh, and wood reveals
A burn that burns much deeper, it’s more than I can stand
The reason for my life was to take the life of a guiltless man

So dream a little, dream for me in hopes that I’ll remain
And cry a little, cry for me so I can bear the pain
And hurt a little, hurt for me, my future is so bold
But my dreams are not the issue here, for they, the hammer holds

This task before me may seem unclear
But it, my maker holds



You see, so many times in life I think that what I am doing is benefitting everyone, when really all it is doing is benefitting me. I have recently had some pretty big wake ups, which have made me realize that I have yet again forgot that my life is at the will of the Maker. My wife probably chuckles as she is reading this post, because it is what she reminds me on a daily basis. I am clay, and stand to be molded as the Master sees fit. Long term dreams of finally finishing my schooling and becoming an independent practitioner seem as if they are getting farther and farther away. Don't get me wrong, I will do it, I think my family just deserves to have their papa around. My wife has supported me for the last six years, and now, I really want to support her, so she can finish her schooling. She has her dreams, and they are in no way less important than mine. Thanks to you all for being such a huge support to us through these times. We love you all, and hope everyone is doing well.
Jake