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Eternal Perspectives

I wasted an hour one morning before a mountain stream
I seized a cloud from the sky above and fashioned myself a dream
In the hush of early twilight far from the haunts of man
I wasted a summer evening and fashioned my dream again
Wasted? Perhaps, folks say so who have never walked with God
When lanes are purple with lilacs or yellow with goldenrod
But I have found strength for my labors in that short evening hour
I have found joy and contentment, I have found peace and I have found power
My dreaming has left me a treasure, a hope that is strong and true
In these wasted hours I have built my life
And I've found my faith anew