If every fantasy and every fiction
were to come to life before our eyes,
How would it be?
If dragons breathed fire
and fairies did flutter,
How would it be?
If a crystal ball could tell our stories
that have yet to be,
If wizards did cast spells
and turned frogs to princes,
Oh, how would it be?
Witches and sorcerers, and talking trees;
Swans and grasshoppers dancing on beams;
If life was all magic
like a fairytale dream,
How would it be?
A dream, that's what it is.

Little by little,
Riddle by riddle,
Our lives unfold and form a mystical picture.
Each moment a gift,
Each day a puzzle,
In totality equates an added dimension.
At the end of my story lies a cherry on the peak,
Through the pages of my history stands a Pillar firm on feet.
'tis not the end, but a journey begun,
Of joy-filled days in wonderment and peace,
For not a day will pass that hath no fellowship with Him.
Eternity, our hope and rejoicing;
Eternity that met me today.