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I'm home tonight
flipping through the channels
for the hundreth time
stopped to watch some stupid cartoon
clumsy me I dropped the remote
I close my eyes, and I drift off
deep enough to dream,
and see the face of Christ.

Sometimes the power of a moment,
slips away,
sometimes love seems so mundane,
but even in our dreams His praise goes on.

So many times He goes unnoticed,
his voice is the one you hear,
on the otherside of the radio,
he is the candle that burns inside,
even the smell of coffee.

I know often when we pray,
He seems so out of reach
like smelling the color nine,
but the rewards are great
so come to Jesus and open your heart
Welcome Him to our world.

God shouldn't be just a short term memory.