When dreams become disasters I become sad
Threatened by the unknown I move into a dark place
When dreams become disasters I become mad
Poked and prodded by phantom conversations I can’t face
When dreams become disasters I am not alone
This life gives all ample opportunity to drink the bitter cup
When dreams become disasters my tapestry gets resewn
The Father creates new from old, from down He lifts up

God does some of His best work when dreams become disasters.