God's Dance Of Dreams

 

The bottom picture is Barb with the Chihuahuas. Hard to tell, but I think Barb is the tall one on the left, and Chihuahuas don't care for watermelon.

The secret now is not to hurry,

all needed will be done in time,

and beyond that, not to worry

for the love will still be mine

as I pass on from these days

into the Lord's Eternity.

It's He who has found the ways

to keep alive the good for me,

to save it up down through my years

and keep it fresh and shining bright 

through waterings with captured tears

that He might laugh and thus delight

in letting dreams reborn go on

long after I had thought them gone.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is WATCH.

Watch this, and hold my beer.

Watch this, it ain't what it might seem.

Watch this, it ain't what you might fear.

Watch me as I loose each dream,

and while you're watching, hold my beer.

They say that you should just let go

of what you love; I think it's true,

for in my dying now I know

that what you love comes back to you,

all fixed up by God to shine

as you pass through Heaven's door,

waiting up there all this time

like Christmas gifts on parquet floor

as into the room you run,

giving Abba so much fun!

Just under 3:30. By my watch.

Music from Lee Ann Womack, with I Hope You Dance

Sylvia says that dancing interferes with eating ice cream. But she dances anyway.