To the Dreamers

To the dreamer who once lived with passion and zeal...

I remember when you were bright-eyed, ready to chase the world. You weren't afraid of the impossible, the illogical, the unusual. You were ready to be different, you were wanting to be different. Every day was a leap of faith, as you pressed on into the world you saw. To the world everyone else was blind to. You took risks, you took chances, you just went wherever God led you. 

I remember when you were going to change the world. You were going to point it to Christ, let Him flow through you, do whatever He told you to, go wherever He led. 

Until your spirit's second sight went dead.

In fact, you locked your spirit away altogether. 

I remember when you didn't let the impossible hold you back from achieving your dreams.

You would press on even when the world was against you.

You didn't pay attention to what they said about you, you just went where the Spirit led you.

Dreamer, when did logic become so important to you?

When did you stop following?

When did you decide to let your hope fade?

Why oh why did you put out your flame?

To the dreamer who once lived with childlike joy...

You were eager to trust, overflowing with love.

You wanted to open up your heart to the tall and the small, you didn't know how you'd do it, you just had faith through it all.

When you got to a gate, you'd climb above it. When you come across a fork in the road, you'd just keep walking.

So when did that gate become a mountain in your eyes? 

When did that fork in the road multiply?

When did you choose to throw out that joy? 

Dreamer, tell me. Was growing up worth it?

If you could go back, would you do it again?

Would you throw out your life, or lay down the pen?

Dreamer, listen to me, there's hope.

Remember that passion, remember that joy.

Ignite your fire, unlock your soul.

Dreamer, look up and listen. Ask Him where to go.

I'm writing to you as a sister and friend.

I want you to know you can start again.

All the bruises and scars you've let come your way, you don't have to let them lead you astray.

Remember your faith

Remember your zeal

Remember your King who gave you your dreams.

Remember who you are, Dreamer...

And who you will be.

I write to you, dreamer...

Because you were me.

-Jaléna Scott

Hey, guys! For those of you who don't know, I try to do music here and there in my free time, and actually have a YouTube channel for it! I haven't posted anything in a year, and have grown quite a bit since then, but I believe this sort of poem post explains why I've been silent for awhile over there. I'll explain more in time, but for now just know that a dream I thought had died is being brought back to life again, and I decided to take a risk in faith. So without further ado... Here's the link to my new cover of A Million Dreams from The Greatest Showman. I hope you enjoy! :) 

https://youtu.be/wnasGnxI7Mw