6. Postcards

 All my favorite dreams
are buried in His kingdom
on a green and grassy hillside
where a wolf lies with a lamb;
and a little child is with them
with flowers in her hair--
she leads them in a dance in front of 
saints and angels there,
beneath a banner of her Father’s love,
where all my favorite dreams are
buried in His kingdom.
 
He placed them there
when I put my dreams in His care,
as I saw I couldn’t keep all I’d collected.
And though no eye can see
I know He’s made a place for me
And He’s coming back to take me there
so He and I can always be together . . . where
(chorus)
 
And from all these goodbyes
I know He’ll take me through the skies
to a place where He will put an end to crying.
All the best that I see
Is like a post card sent to me--
just a picture of what lies ahead, 
right around the corner in His kingdom . . . where 
(chorus)