I tried. As a child
I tried so hard to pay attention;
to be perfect.
I was labeled "spacey."
My teachers scorned it.
My parents tried to "help" me.
Still, my thoughts wandered to
Out playing in the snow;
Or at the beach.
Shy. Stuttering. Different.
I was ashamed of being someone
I thought was not enough.
But now that I know how God created me
and what He created me for,
I wouldn’t want to be anyone else.
Daydreams aren't “spacey.”
They are higher dreams than others’ might have because
He dreams with me. He loves the way He made me.
Take me away, Lord, where YOU want.
To other lands, quiet places, and beautiful sights.
Where else would I ever want to be?