Dreams Unravel

Dreams unravel as we pull the threads

Let them go, Let them go

Pilgrims travel no place to lay their heads

Let us go, Let us go

Threadbare and poor beaten and sore

From casting ourselves on the rock

Taking stock as part of the flock

I would shelter in your fold.

This world is not our home

But the remnant remains whole

Uncut and ready for change

Tailored into a righteous robe

Beyond whatÝ I can ask or think

Praying for passion I want to weep

Where the hope of grace shines brightest

In devastation dark and deep.

The night falls long and black

On strongly held positions

There grace shines forth unfettered

By menís presuppositions

I only hope to learn to see

With eyes that be behind mine

Where heaven breaks upon my view

And the weight of glory shines.

From the faces of the lowly least of these

In the days of the lost and aching

The light of the world still shines

And the change is quickly breaking

Dreams unravel as we pull the threads

Let them go, Let them go

Pilgrims travel no place to lay their heads

Let us go, Let us go

Anthony Foster

March 21, 2005