Even then ----- Nicole Nordeman

It's a fear that keeps me wide awake
In the middle of the night
When the expectations are too great
And the bar gets raised too high
So I do the best with what I've got
And hope that no one knows
That I strain to see how high I can
Try to stand on these toes
Until I'm measured, but You know better

So, thank-You, Jesus
Even when You see us just as we are
Fragile and frail and so far
From who we want to be
So, thank-You, Jesus
Even when the pieces are broken and small
Dreams shatter and scatter like the wind
Thank-You, even then

So I put aside the masquerade
And admit that I am not okay
Which may not be the thing to say
But I'm not ashamed to need You more each day

We raise the standard and try to reach You
But we'll never make it, and we don't need to

A Dream

A dream; a dream like no other.
It reached out for mine, I woke up.
It was recognizable, yet unfamiliar.
A dream, it comforts me.
I am awake, it caused a stirring, the stirring moved.
My eyes see, they see it nearly every day; I could not and would not touch. It moves around, my eyes follow.
The stirring continued, it continued, I fought it, I denied it, the stirring grew, it would not die.
I am awake, it reached for me, it stroked my hair. Why?
The dream, I am awake.
It touched me, I am touched. The stirring, the stirring. Why?
It is becoming familiar, will it touch me again?
It touched me gently, it touched me.
It touched me everywhere; head to toe, inside, outside.
My eyes see, they see it touching me.
It is warm, it warms me, it warms me inside, outside.
It is now an extension of me.
I am awake, I am awake.
It touches me, it touches me no more.
I am awake, the stirring.
His hand.