there was once a boy who had dreams the size of mountains, moveable with mustard seeds. if he dared to believe. dared to conceive. an idea creating an action. knew that God was working so he never worked out fractions. the fraction of what it’d cost. he thought there was nothing to be lost. so he put on his shoes one night. no help in sight. unless he looked to the sky. and next in the mirror to see someone named I. looking in his eyes before his journey began. didn’t have to convince himself because the love and passion is what ran. him like gas in the car. getting to destinations that could be near of far. places where they say his heart stay. ducking and dodging what the darts say. darts of doubt. something he could definitely do without. as he swam in oceans named fear. looking around water he swam in only formed from a tear. when he didn’t know how to continue walking. and flying didn’t look like an option. he had no options but to continue. saying to himself, “I know there’s more in u”. as the sharks opened their jaws. his heart forgot the laws. knowing something had to happen. he felt like he had been waiting to make that happen. so he did it. he made it happen. spoke a word and it happened. changed his mind, and it happened. the current slowed down and he made his own way. forgot about what they might say. and remembered what God would say. if he never kept going. if the tears that were flowing. had forced him drown. without realizing that all of his trials made him deserving of the crown. victory guaranteed. from his worries he would be freed. and on to dry land. promised land. sweet roses and golden honey. rivers and trees with growing money. you can’t tell him…shhh. you can’t tell him…shhh. about faith not working. about the dangers lurking. waiting to eat up the focus. like locusts. making the vision blurry and not so plain. complex, ink washed out from the rain. and you can see the pain. look at what it did to him. made him stronger…wiser…better…and some kind of gold. matching the promise. and everyone’s so astonished. that their doubts and his fears couldn’t stop it. his faith was always the topic. but now they really can’t top it. and they all wanna rock it. his faith that made that dream the size of mountain move. and because he had faith he moved. and it moved and they moved. and we moved. to make room for the enourmous gift. the enemy wanted to swift. something like wheat. but he couldn’t so he had to have a seat. in the audience. tickets to watch him in His promise. now who’s next to see…?