Obstacles.
God created them. On purpose.
To keep us in our place.
As proof that nothing comes easily.
I want my dream.
I want it so bad, I sometimes hurt for it.
Yet, every time it's within reach,
Every time my fingers tickle its tail,
I catch an obstacle instead.
One of these days I'll get hold of it.
Once my faith's been tested to the limit
And God smiles and says, "It's time,"
He'll put my dream right into my outstretched hands.
I have faith.