Every time I would go to sleep
I would dream of myself
Walking through this narrow path
That seemed strangely familiar to my heart
Though I had never walked it
Every time I would go to sleep
I would dream of myself
Walking through this narrow path
My heart beating with anticipation
At the thought of what awaits me
Every time I would go to sleep
I would dream of myself
Walking through this narrow path
Oftentimes laboring through its difficult terrain
Oftentimes enduring through its hazardous weather
Every time I would go to sleep
I would dream of myself
Walking through this narrow path
Sometimes running through it,
with joy on my feet
Other times walking through it,
with uncertainty on my feet
But I would walk on
Every time I dreamed this dream
For my heart understood the value of what awaited me at the end of the path
So I would walk on
Other times I would run through
But in my dream I was always moving forward
Every time I would go to sleep
I would dream of myself
At the end of the path
Staring at this beautiful garden in front of me
My heart would still my feet
As my soul danced at the sight before it
Then my heart would revive my feet
As my feet lurched me into the garden
My mouth would release a shout of eureka
As my body dived into this garden
This garden of such untamed glorious beauty
And in my dreams my soul seemed fulfilled
So every time I would dream this dream
I would awake with a longing
A longing in my mouth to taste the waters flowing through this garden
I would awake with a longing
A longing on my skin to be touched by the dew of the garden
I would awake with a longing
A longing in my heart for the void in me to be filled once again
I would awake with a longing
A longing in my soul to be transformed once again
And so I would weep at the reality of my situation
I would weep for I was not in this garden
And my heart broke at my reality
“In this kind of emphasis, the fact remains that the true Christian is one who is kind of sick of this world. When God works a miracle within the human breast, heaven becomes the Christian’s home immediately, and he is drawn to it as the bird is drawn in the springtime to fly north. The Christian does have a homeland, and the fact that we are not anticipating it and looking forward to it with any pleasure is a serious mark of something that is wrong with us. When I find someone who is settled down too snugly into this world and its system, I am forced to doubt whether he has ever truly been born again. Actually, it is true that all of the Christians I meet who really amount to something for God are those very much out of key with their age-very, very much out of tune with their generation! Remember, you are on earth and God is in heaven-so don’t be afraid to dream high spiritual dreams, believing what your Bible says.” – A.W. Tozer
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