Dream big, like oceans kiss the skies,
Beyond the bounds where limits lie.
Let no one shrink what you believe—
The stars were made for those who reach.
Plant visions deep where doubts once grew,
And water them with all of you.
Let fear be fuel, not chain or wall—
The tallest trees were once so small.
They’ll say, “Be real,” with narrowed eyes,
But real is born where dreams arise.
The world was shaped by minds that dared
To dream of more, and say, “I’m prepared.”
So rise, unshaken, bold and bright,
Your fire lit with fearless light.
And if you fall? Then rise again—
Each step a verse in your “Amen.”
Dream big—not just for pride or fame,
But for the joy of playing the game.
For deep within your soul, you know:
You’re here to build, to rise, to grow.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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