I came across some letters – a treasure full of hope, where visions of that future now give me a way to cope.
I have these many letters because my parents kept them all,
and now, even after they are gone, these words still seem to call.
Where do my words and hopes go now? To God’s paternal hands,
and there God sees my hopes and dreams and wants me to understand
that He penned letters to His home and had my name inscribed.
Oh how blessed is the thought of how I was described.
“My son – Dennis – an only son, I know that term quite well.
If you could hear my plans for you, the half you’d gladly tell.
You see, My dreams and plans for you aren’t in the stain of pen,
But, came through blood that I had shed – a stain because of sin.
I keep your hopes and dreams real close. They reveal what’s on your heart,
and they are safe at home on high – the place where hope does start.
Your mom and dad did keep these notes as treasures in the deep.
Please know My thoughts and plans for you are a covenant I keep.
So when you walk through each new day, this lesson I will teach:
Stay in My hands, for ALL my plans are safe within My reach.”
Love to You.