Throw me a penny and I’ll make you a dream
You find that life’s not always what it seems, no no
Then think of a rainbow and I’ll make it come real
Roll me, I’m a never ending wheel
I’ll give you a star
So you know just where you are
Don’t you know that I might be
Your wishing well
Your wishing well
Look in the water, tell me what do you see
Reflections of the love you give to me
Love isn’t money, it’s not something you buy
So let me fill myself with tears you cry, and why?
Time is a never ending journey
Love is a never ending smile
Give me a sign to build a dream on
Dream on…
Yeah, Throw me a penny and I’ll make you a dream
You find that life’s not always what it seems, no no
Love isn’t money, it’s not something you buy
So let me fill myself with tears you cry
I’ll give you a star
So you know just where you are
Someday, some way, you’ll feel the things I say
Dream for a while
Of the things that make you smile
‘Cause you know
Don’t you know
Oh, you know
That I’m your wishing well
Your wishing well
Your wishing well
I wish you well
I’m your wishing well
Imagine: 200 Million Christians (so to speak), many on Television and Radio (etc.), claiming to have had Visions, heard the Voices of God +Jesus Christ, or to have been moved by the actualHoly Spirit (in combination with all the latter).
Would that be a problem?
Is that a problem?
Would there be any accusations?
What are among the most vile accusations – there could be?
Why would there be any accusations?
What would be wrong – if there were?
Who questions how God chooses to communicate, or when –
(who questions)?
What is stronger, one minute, one moment of a Miracle
(of the Holy Spirit), or seven days of torture (afterward)? The moment[s] areForever. The torture is temporary.
What outweighs, should those days become relentless,
in correspondence – even over an entire lifetime?
There is a Promise: No matter what we face or how much we face it,
an ongoing fact of deliverance can still be lived, regardless –
for there is another life awaiting, where we are to be delivered
(from these clutches), eternally, thereafter.
Once we are born again, nothing outweighs this Truth.
Look around – Got no place to stay.
God I hate this town, depending on the day.
You lift me up, you lift me down – Alright, OK.
While I got no life, I got no hope;
I’m falling in love. Help me through the fight;
Help me with tonight – I’m calling.
What to do I find it hard to know;
Lord, the walk is not the one I chose…
Lift me up and turn me over;
Lead me on into the dawn.
Take me to the highest mountain;
Tie me up, love in a storm.
Have you decided on my fortune?
Facing the future in your eyes,
With your imperial behaviour
We fight amidst the battle cries.
Open doors – They may be closed to me;
The fire’s still burning in my heart…
What to do I find it hard to know;
I want to turn my life around…
Imaginehaving received messages, over years, about a new future, a new beginning. Imagine resultant periods of unique success, of unbreakable hope and various inspirational/spiritual peaks. Imagine, after more years, finding yourself immersed in total turmoil (and ongoing diabolical attacks) whilereaching a point where virtually everything earthly was lost: realization of envisioned fruition had not come true. Imagine (with the latter) not being able to see any way or avenue for it to ever come true (now) – though at times (all along the way) occurrences were sent as a means to enhance remembrance of the original. Thereupon, Imagine receiving a new one, but without any specifics – and soon crying out because it still seemed absolutely impossible (under current circumstances). Then, Imagine hearing the Voice of God, as a reply:
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