dreams and my childhood

I am feeling particularly pensive tonight and not quite tired, so I thought I would post a poem that I loved when I was little.

“Hold fast to dreams, For if dreams die, Life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly, Hold fast to dreams, For if dreams go, Life is a barren field, Frozen with snow."

I don't completely agree with it anymore. Give your dreams to God. He is the one who makes life not barren and worth living. Besides he knows what is best for me (and for his glory and his worthy reputation) and loves me perfectly. He can be trusted with my heart and my life and is worth NOTHING LESS!