All My Days Are Dreams

all my days are visions

faint dreams and shifting shadows

vanishing spirits cross the threshold of my life

and I am left grasping for wind

I open my hands to the air

hoping to catch something complete

praying to drink deep

something real

something concrete

all my days are dreams

dark sayings of night

my life is a vapor

a burning flax, bruised reed

a flickering candle no longer snuffed out

I dream in hope

hope is my prison bars and Your light is my window

I hold on to hope 

of what can be and will be

and wonder if what I dream will ever be real

my life is anxious feelings

lying on my bed in the morning

caught up in this whirlwind of motion

my mind swirls in confusion

my heart does toss and turn

my soul lifted up in questioning

and the light before me is dim

I'm reaching the end of my hope

and wonder if I will be left here

panting after the wind

chasing dreams which never seem real

hoping beyond all hope

I reckon my life as good as dead

that when I have reached the end

all will have culminated in fulfillment

completion

a tree of life

a desire fulfilled

my life has become a dream

and I am lost in it

I cannot find my bearings

I cannot grasp where I belong

I search but cannot find the floor

in this blackest of night

so I am left here calling Your name

with the wind, I call out Your name

in the silence, I whisper

Jesus

praying you will not forget me

when I feel so alone

praying You will remember me

when I feel so far from home

Lord, don't let me fade into night

an endless chasing of dreams

but may my wings spread and find flight

in all the good things planned for me