The dream is always the same, I'm standing on a lofty shore, the wind blowing viciously behind me. I don't know how I got here, all I know is I'm waiting for something, I'm waiting for You to move. I listen to the gusts of wind to hear You voice, in the waves crashing against the shore line, but I hear nothing Suddenly in the calm quietness of my inner most thoughts I hear You say in that still small voice, “The Kingdom awaits”