At a young age, I dreamed dreams
In my youth, I saw visions
The voice of God was not strange to me
At that time people were confusing
Religion talked about but not knowing God
Religion claimed to be the one speaking

People who claimed to speak for God
Would not believe Jesus came to a child
He could come as an infant
But not speak to, give dreams, or comfort
One not yet schooled in piety
Without their chains there could be no liberty

From where does a child learn
If not from the ones teaching
Who proclaims the gospel without preaching
The Spirit of the Lord touches the heart
Still people speak from what they believe
Teaching the child not to trust or see

As a man, I hear the same voices today
The same words from the Spirit calling
And the word of man pulling away
Now they are claiming God uses the young
There is no place for the old man
In the move they have planned

How young is young to the Ancient of Days
How old is old to eternity
How many years has my renewed heart
The old man is no more in Christianity
We are all the children of God revealed
The mountain brought low and the valley raised

© 2023 Tim D. Coulter Sr.