Today i am here, healthy and alive.

I dine with friends, a people who were only a mirage in my childhood.

Many dreams i dreamt, of being a career girl.

It was all just but building castles in the fog covered air - but you made those castles real

and the very air clear as crystals.

Tattered were my clothes and shoes, but this

day you have given tens of hundreds.

With my childhood innocence, i dreamt a dream.

A dream much bigger than that of my parents.

I prayed and even wished upon a star.

I lived as if in my dream even when it was yet to unravel.

This day you lifted me up, from the miry clay, you picked me.

You cleaned me up and with the cloth of your grace wiped my tears away.

You said loudly that you knew me, way before i was born.

You chose my parents and place of my birth for a reason.

Because of you, you King of kings - i sing my heart out.

Because you made my dreamy castles real.

In my youth,i glorify you.

When i get to old age, i will never cease.

Doxologies of praise, give you i will.

Copyright 2014 Mary Elshaday