Classic Poem

The great God dreamed a dream through me,
Mighty as dream of God could be;
He made me a victorious man,
Shaped me unto a perfect plan,
Summoned me forth to radiant birth
Upon the radiant earth
He lavished gifts within my hand,
Gave me the power to command
The thundering forces that he hurled
Upon the seething world.
Creation's dream was wondrous good
Had I but understood.
The great God dreamed a dream through me,
But I was blind and could not see.
My royal gifts were laid in rust,
For parentage, I claimed the dust.
Decay and sorrow, age and blight —
These gifts I deemed my right
The great God spoke a word through me —
That word was Life . How can it be
That I, in God's own substance made,
Should face the universe, afraid?
Born of eternal life am I —
Why should I fail and die?
O God, so huge was thine intent,
So greatly was thy passion spent,
This counterfeit is not the plan
That Thou didst dream for man.
'Tis this: Man's dream must mate with thine,
Man's word, man's life, must be divine;
Man must be conscious through and through
To make Thy dream come true!