They saw the land flowing with milk
and honey
But chose to focus on the ‘too
strong”, “too many.”
They heard the Voice who
led by day and by nightBut listened only to the song:“We’re grasshoppers in our own sight.”
Instead of crying
to Him who called from heaven,
They complained, and cringed under
defeated giants.Giants that plunder dreams with no power,
And rain on vision with silent passing showers.
Giants that steal our passion
for faded glory,
And hold us prisoners to
yesterday’s stories.That make us forget we, too, have dreams; and keep us living
For other man's imaginations - that we can’t fulfill or believe in.
If
God has given you a vision, a dream -
That
you can see clearly even when you’re not asleep;Starve your fears, seek hope, silence the doubters -
Remember: without dreams we live as shadows, with no faith we miss the mountains.