This is one of the pieces I did dircetly after the lost year. Lost to depression, I could not work, the best I could do was hang on, and pray for not only help, but hope. This poem is part of the words God gave me during that time. In 2007 I began to illustrate some of those poems. Forsaken not, I Dream out loud And in doing so The fool in every crowd Mock not always As unlikely it may seem At the Lord’s leading, Follow I this dream As yet the smallest flickering A match within his store His love burns within me Has caused a fire’s roar And He the kingdom’s kindling Within the Christian heart Beating, burning, searing His desire to me imparts Shout I now In my own defense amongst the mocking throng Forsaken not, I dream out loud, Alas awakened to fulfillment’s song