Grandfathered Dreams

Deciphering faded blueprints with intent gaze
Though stains and tears spell looming haze
But not even tampering nor trampling
Can expel my sheer hankering

Stubborn to tarry, forbearing to give up
If I cease to believe, what’s in this life to tug?
As wrinkles course through this weary brow
Will mark the courage plowed into this ground

Faith and hope at the end of the rope
Hold on still steadfast will
Only grandfathered, my dreams aren’t dead
They still come alive even in my bed

“Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful.” Hebrews 10:23


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