Sometimes dreams are packed away,
Boarded up to stand and wait,
Hoping for another day:
Will it come? Is it too late?
Dreams of men may come and go,
Rise and soar or wilt and die;
But God's promises, I know,
All are truth. They never lie.
You can lean on them, full-strength,
Resting on them your full weight.
You will see them true at length--
Each fulfilled! Not one too late.
For still the vision awaits its appointed time;
it hastens to the end--it will not lie.
If it seems slow, wait for it;
it will surely come; it will not delay.