God gave me a fistful of dreams
Without the cash to use them
To teach me He opens doors
By His grace I enter in.
I picked up the tools of my trade
And steadfastly faced the sun
All I needed was His aid
To get the job done.
God gave me a fistful of dreams
He wanted them to have foundations
So the Holy Spirit was the means
I used to face every situation.
There is much I would have missed
If I had had the money to pay
Through that hardship I learned to trust
In Him - He makes a better way
Written by Barbara Rose
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