Without your hand upon my wildest dreams
No bloom will ever flourish
But with your hand upon everything
No thing
No dream could ever die
Never wanting to arrive
While always striving for eternity
Let the train keep a track
I'll seldomly look behind thankful for relentless grace
Upon this never ending wind
The enemy whispers quit dreaming
Flood my ears with your song
Drowned out the tauntings of not good enough
Only in your presence can my wildest dreams come alive

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