Sometimes in life
Our ideals fade to blue
So we bury love deep inside
Just to get through.
Then life becomes stale
Days become drudgery
We feel discouraged
And wonder if it’s meant to be.
We can’t make a living
On passion and dreams
So we sell romance
For responsible stability
We were created
For battle and beauty
Yet we settle for
Mediocrity and money
Will we have the courage
To be who He meant us to be?
Will we follow our dreams
Or settle for security?
Wesley’s Writings 